A small fishing boat drifted on the sea, rising and falling with the waves like a leaf someone had casually tossed there.
Rigerif sat at the bow, resting her chin in her hands as her gaze wandered between the pitch-black sea and sky. She had been waiting here for a long time. Heimo's sea was somewhat frightening, but she did not dare let her mind wander, afraid she might miss something.
At that moment, an enormous head slowly rose from beneath the surface.
Rigerif's eyes suddenly lit up. "Fenrir, you're back?"
Fenrir said nothing. He merely opened his mouth and spat out a battered figure.
Xia Mi leaped down from his back, splashing water as she landed. She glanced at Rigerif before turning her gaze toward Amon. She was still covered in dragon scales, her hands sharp claws that glinted with a cold light in the night.
Then her expression changed.
Amon was already barely breathing, looking as though he could draw his last breath at any moment.
"Brother, brother, don't scare me—" She carefully lifted him into her arms, her movements so gentle that it was as though she feared breaking something. Only when her claws touched his chest did she realize his injuries were even worse than she had imagined.
His heart had been pierced.
Odin's lightning had ravaged his chest cavity, carbonizing large portions of his organs into charred fragments. Such an injury was fatal even to a Dragon King!
"Brother?" Xia Mi's voice became cautious as well.
She lowered her head and looked at Amon's face. There was little pain in his expression; he even seemed somewhat peaceful. Yet that peace gave her a terribly bad feeling.
"Brother, brother—wake up, wake up. Play with me, play with me—"
Fenrir whimpered softly, resting his enormous head against