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His heart drumed in his throat as he felt the boy dip into the depths of hell, as he watched his body fall down down down. And for a moment he felt proud. Ha! he thought, take that Nightwalker scum! That will teach you to mess with me. Those taunts would have left his mouth if not for the sickening—

—crack!

That sound rang in his skull. The words died in Orochi’s throat, his pride now thrown to the wayside. He stared down at the body in horror. This scene was all too familiar.

Damnit... damnitdamnit! Why has dread come to crush him so? This boy had been a thorn in his side ever since the beginning. He deserved this. He deserved this pain. He deserved to feel the dragon's teeth, he deserved to be thrown into hell. Was he not worthy of a busted crown? Maybe so... Orochi wasn't so sure anymore. He just didn't want to look at it anymore.

And so he whipped around towards Revui and the herbalist. The woman was secured between the hungry beast's jaws. The boy was at a loss for what to do. He knew he had to run, that was his job. Even if it wasn't a part of him wanted to. He wished to forget about what he had just done. But he just couldn't bring himself to do so. That will to fight still burned bright and maybe punishing this woman would allow him to forget about Valour. Besides, he didn't want to leave Revui— his mentor as well as the only company he had during this harsh month— alone in this prison. They would escape together. He lundged for Serem's side with jaws agape.