Bebe raced through the snow.
He did not know which direction he was running in. He only knew to run, to run for his life. His boss's words echoed in his head over and over-"If you leave, you'll still have a chance to avenge me!" His paws struck the snow, scattering white fragments. The wind dried the tears in his eyes, only for more to well up and dry again.
Then he sensed something.
An aura. A very familiar aura, coming from behind him, descending from the sky. Bebe skidded to a halt and looked back.
Someone stood in the air.
A blue robe, long hair tied up, standing in empty air as though on solid ground. It was Loa.
Bebe's tears welled up again. This time, they were not tears of despair, but of hope. He hurriedly sent Linley a Soul Transmission-
"Boss! Hold on! Loa's back! He's already a Saint!"
Linley lay in a heap of rubble, his consciousness already beginning to blur. His ribs were broken, his leg bones were broken, and blood seeped through the cracks in his scales, staining the snow beneath him dark red. Only one thought remained in his mind-he could not accept this. His father and mother were both dead, and his enemy was right in front of him, yet he could not even stand.
Then Bebe's voice exploded in his mind.
Loa. A Saint.
Those words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, dragging him back from the brink of unconsciousness. His unwillingness, anger, and despair all turned to hope in that instant.
Strength from some unknown source surged from deep within his body. Gritting his teeth, he braced his hands against the ground and pushed himself up, little by little.
Purple Blood was embedded in the