He burned the head before throwing it over to the ground. It was over. He let out heavy pants as he looked over at the decapitated body of the butler.

His head was burnt yet the horns were still visible. It wasn’t another illusion, this guy which he had killed was a real demon.

Hexo’s form then reverted back to normal as his scales retracted back into his body. The steam around him began to dissipate as the temperatures and cold returned to normal.

It was over. It was over and yet, he was still pissed. Why was it that the guild master and even the Bright Sword had to die? It was their fault for splitting up.

What annoyed Hexo even more was how it all happened while he was flirting with Shera. So in other words, he was at fault.

He quickly went over to their bodies, and his party followed behind, afterwords. 

At first they were speechless.

“Wow… so you were actually a Draconian…” Said Satire in disbelief

‘What’s more he had complete control over the fire element, so it was true… Dragons didn’t need chants… Does that mean John is also a draconian? But then why did you look so angry at the dragon, aren’t you one of the same kind?’ She wondered.

 “Yeah…” Said Hexo as he continued to stare at their corpses

He then clenched his fist before looking at Satire and saying.

“Let’s give them a proper burial-“

But the instant he did, he was suddenly interrupted by John, who said.

“Stop.”

Confused, Hexo turned to John with a rather surprised and annoyed look on his face as he said

“Huh!?”

“Not you.” Said John as he pointed at what was behind Hexo

*Pierce* *Pierce*

The sound of flesh being pierced could be heard behind Hexo as Ice rose from behind him. Hexo turned and the man quickly retreated. 

If it hadn’t been for John, he would have pierced Hexo successfully from behind. The man retreated but John’s attack wasn’t finished. Hexo was more surprised by the fact that the man was still standing, and to top it off his head was back on his shoulders.

“!!”

As the old demon took a few leaps back to gain some distance. He was surprised to see one of the people beside Hexo had disappeared.

*Slash*

In that very same instant, he felt a surge of pain through his arm as it suddenly flew off. Surprised, he hadn’t even sensed the person’s presence, he quickly rotated his body in the air, barely avoiding being decapitated once more.

*Slash*

However, in that instant, his leg was sliced off. And as if that wasn’t enough, before he could even land, just like before, Ice spikes extended out of the ground, all heading straight towards his back.

“!”

At the same time, the young man who was behind him, swung both daggers vertically down at him. An attack from both directions. There was no way to rotate his body or to dodge.

One thought came to his mind as his body experienced all of this at once. It was simply, death.

John swung his daggers hitting him head on as the Ice Spikes pierced at him from behind, but shortly after, he turned into mist. 

It was an illusion or he somehow managed to get away in time. Upon seeing this, John stopped and the Ice spikes retracted back into the ground before he turned back and stared at the man.

Blood dripping out of his back as two deep cuts could be seen on his chest. It had torn through his uniform, with minimal effort. The injuries he had just inflicted were there.

“How… Who-“

Before the old man could finish. John disappeared once more, his blindfold still covering his eyes as he appeared above the man. 

Upon seeing this, the man used his previous move where he created many clones of himself again. It was another illusion.

But right after he did, his eyes widened as he stared at the scene above him. Just like he had created countless clones of himself. So did the young man, john.

Twice as many clones of John were formed in the air, compared to the number the old man had formed. And all Had their hands raised with magic circles above them.

Upon seeing this, Hexo, Satire and Shera’s eyes widened as Hexo and Satire simultaneously shouted.

“RUN!”

They quickly backed away from the area. The demon tried to go with them too, however, he couldn’t. His body had frozen completely in place and he couldn’t move. There was no ice or nothing, he just couldn’t move.

Upon realizing this, he grew more nervous as the magic circles grew in size and light could be seen coming from beneath the young man’s blindfold.

“Time-Progressed Unranked Combined Magic: Last Dark.” Said John.

By the time the spell had activated, Hexo and Satire were able to get a few meters away from the area. Even still, they were caught in the attack.

“Shi-“

Hexo was interrupted by the suddenly realization that everything around him, had turned pitch-black.

“Huh? Where am-“

“Hexo.” A sweet and soothing voice called out to him

Upon hearing this voice, Hexo’s eyes widened in the darkness. His breathing became irregular and more rushed as he muttered.

“That voice… Sis…?” Hexo asked with a trembling voice

“Hexo… You…”

“Sis…? I-is that really you? A-Aren’t you dead? The D-Drag-“

Hexo was interrupted yet again by the voice as it said

“It’s all your fault.”

That was all it took. Just those simple words, Hexo instantly lost his cool.

“Wha-“

“Mum’s death… My death… The villagers… It was all your fault.” 

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, no, he was forcing himself not to. However, no matter how hard he tried, there was no way it could slip past his mind.

“W-Wait… S-Sis, You don’t really… I-It’s not-“

“Drop dead, it’s all your fault.”

Hexo’s eyes widened in the dark as he began to tremble in the darkness. 

“I-It… It… S-“

Suddenly, the voice began to echo throughout the cold room, repeating the same words over and over again.

“All because of you.”

Hexo tried covering his ears, but it didn’t help. He could still hear it.

“S-Stop…”

“Why don’t you just drop dead?” The words coldly resounded in an echo

“Stop…”

“I wish you were never born.” They resounded again

“STOP!!!” Hexo shouted out.

*Shatter*