The magenta flames danced in the valley, raining their embers down as the man bearing the dragon's heart moved like a wild beast. It was no different than facing down a calamitous beast; as the once proud knight ran on all fours, digging up and flinging soil in his wake, Rowan paced to meet him halfway–
He flipped the heavy hammer in his hand, locking his eyes on the ivory beast, cocking his weapon back like a batter ready to hit a homerun.
"--I give up a week of my life, so give me some extra punch–!" Rowan imposed with a thrilled smile.
As the portion of his lifespan was sapped, the soil around him quaked, splitting beneath his feet as the air shuddered. Every muscle in his body filled with abundant strength, swelling as his uniform struggled not to tear away.
Right as the man-beast arrived, lunging at him with teeth bare, he swung the hammer, splitting the wind–
