The crocodile closed his eyes as I saw jumping towards him.
For a brief second, everything slowed.
The air felt thick, heavy, almost still, like the world itself was holding its breath.
His lips curled slightly, not in worry, not in panic, but in quiet confidence.
He didn’t even bother to move.
He didn’t feel the need to.
"Hehe, this Kobold, there is no way his punch hit ."
His voice was calm, lazy even, filled with certainty.
To him, this mont was already decided.
He had already seen the ending in his mind, already imagined falling short, already imagined laughing after.
But his idea soon vanished.
The instant my punch landed on his body, the sound was dull and deep, like sothing heavy crashing into wet stone.
Blood oozed from the place where my fist struck, slow at first, then faster, dark and warm, spilling down his rough scales.
The area around the impact beca battered, twisted inward, broken in a way his body was never ant to bend.
His eyes snapped open.
They widened so fast it looked painful.
"Wait, how?"
The words slipped out of his mouth without strength, without confidence.
His voice cracked, thin and sharp, nothing like before.
The disbelief in his eyes was clear, raw, and unhidden.
He didn’t understand what had happened, and that confusion hurt him more than the punch.
I smirked when I saw it.
That fear.
That sudden change.
I didn’t give him ti to think.
I kept punching him without rcy.
One punch followed another, and another, my fists moving on their own, driven by sothing deep and steady.
Each hit blew the wind massively, air snapping and roaring with every strike.
The ground trembled beneath us, dust rising, leaves shaking, the world reacting to each blow.
He tried to move, tried to block, but his body didn’t listen anymore.
Every punch forced out breath, blood, and sound.
His strong form shook again and again, until strength ant nothing.
Ti lost aning as the beating continued, my arms rising and falling in a brutal rhythm that never slowed.
An hour passed.
Or maybe more.
By the ti I stopped, the crocodile no longer moved.
His body lay still, cold, broken beyond recognition.
The forest around us had gone quiet again, like it always does after violence has finished speaking.
I lit a campfire nearby, the small flas crackling softly, gentle compared to what ca before.
The warmth spread slowly, steady and calm.
I looked at the cold dead body for a long mont, not feeling anything special, not feeling regret or pride.
It was simply done.
I sat near the fire and cooked his at in barbecue.
The sll rose into the air, rich and heavy, mixing with smoke and ash.
My stomach reacted before my thoughts did.
"Slls good," I said, my voice low, casual, as if this was just another al on another day.
I took a munch, teeth sinking in, heat spreading across my tongue.
"And taste even better."
The words ca naturally, honest.
There was no rush, no tension now.
I ate slowly, letting the fire burn down, letting the world settle back into its normal sounds.
After thirty minutes of eating, both my hunger and thirst got filled.
My body relaxed, full and heavy, satisfied in the simplest way.
I lay under a tree’s shadow, enjoying the breeze as it brushed against my skin.
Leaves whispered above , sunlight shifting gently through branches.
For a mont, everything felt quiet, almost peaceful.
"1 is out, three to go."
The words left my mouth calmly, like counting steps on a road.
No anger.
No excitent.
Just a fact.
Then I lifted my head.
Sothing dark was moving in the horizon.
A black form, small at first, but growing bigger with every passing second.
My eyes narrowed as I watched it approach, the shape becoming clearer, faster.
I squinted even more.
Then I heard it.
A shout.
The sound cut through the air, sharp and wild, carrying weight and emotion.
As the figure got closer, the outline beca clear, wings beating hard, movents uneven.
Just as she got near enough, I could clearly hear her voice.
It was the sa dragon from before.
Her body was battered, scorched in places, lighting elents still crawling faintly across her scales, sparking and fading.
Her eyes were wide, crazed, locked onto with a fierce, unbroken stare.
"Husband, I finally found you!"
The words hit harder than any punch.
My heart sank.
A cold feeling spread through my chest, fast and deep.
There was no ti to think it through, no ti to argue with myself.
"Not good, ti to run again."
I dashed out instantly, feet pounding against the ground, pushing myself forward as fast as I could.
The wind rushed past my ears, breath burning in my lungs.
Trees blurred, rocks passed, the world turning into streaks of green and brown as I ran with everything I had.
It felt like running a marathon.
Every step grew heavier, every breath sharper, but I didn’t stop until my body scread for rest.
When I finally slowed, then stopped, I bent slightly and looked back.
"Phew, sohow I lost that crazy dragon."
Relief washed over , shaky and thin, but real.
My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath.
The forest stood quiet again, no wings, no shouts, only wind and distant sounds.
Then I looked around .
The biggest thing in sight stood tall and dark ahead.
A huge black mountain rose from the land, its surface rough and jagged, swallowing the sky behind it.
Sothing about it felt wrong.
Heavy.
Silent in a way that wasn’t natural.
I had a feeling this mountain wasn’t normal.
I gulped and walked towards it, each step slower than the last.
As I neared, the air felt colder, thicker.
Then I saw it.
A huge cave opened in the mountain’s side, wide and deep, like a mouth waiting to speak.
Sounds ca from inside, voices echoing faintly through stone.
I walked closer, careful, hiding near a bush nearby.
I held still and listened, letting the leaves cover as I focused on the voices coming from the cave.
"What should we do big brother?"
"The empress had ran away."
"And the new King is backed by the violet archmage."
The younger voice sounded worried, unsure, filled with tension.
A pause followed, long enough to feel the weight of the question.
Then a deeper voice replied.
"Don’t worry."
"I know the violet mage wouldn’t got interested in mundane world."
His tone was steady, confident, like soone used to thinking ahead.
He continued without rush.
"That king must have used one ti promise of her or sothing."
"And she must have left by now."
The words settled in the cave, calm and certain.
The younger voice answered again, relief clear in every word.
"As expected brother, you are the smartest among us."
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