Upon the razed land, turned to a stretch of craters, Rowan crashed down from the sky, landing on both feet. A breath was pushed from his lips as he wiped the blood and sweat from his chin, looking towards the one laid in the deepest of the craters.
"You survived that? You're really something, Valerius," Rowan complimented with a tired breath, smiling.
The monstrous knight picked himself up wearily as the scales fell from his body like shattered glass. Each aspect of the dragon faded, crumbling away as nothing was left but the man himself, with a hole in his chest bearing no heart.
"This is how it ends, then…?" Valerius questioned in a wheeze, hardly holding any life in his eyes.
Rowan stood there, hesitant to approach for the final blow as the man seemed a few breaths away from the reaper, "Yeah, seems that way."
As the knight devoid of his own heart wobbled, blinking as consciousness became a fickle thing, the wind whispered in his ear—
