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(AN: Unedited)

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Within the matter of hours, the entire holy kingdom was razed to the ground, the undead dragons\' egos that persistently held on to their lives were cut off by Frostine, who used her Frost elemental ruler\'s authority and froze them for eternity, before she used her sword and slashed them into millions of pieces.

The same was done with the zombies, but she hadn\'t used her authority nor had she been merciful. 2/14, an entire part of the mapped world head been dyed with blood that night, as all nine of them, the members of the Veil, zoomed in different directions, going towards their respective targeted areas, to raze the "temples" to the ground.

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While in the meantime, on a floating island where shoulder length walls that were built in certain manner were seen dyed in blood, as Tchort, who had killed all those that followed him there, together with those that were there for an event in which their children\'s participated, was seen "playing" with a dragonoid on a large pile of rubbles beneath him.

"Grrrra!" Charlie roared as he clawed at Tchort, who was dodging everything with an amused smile on his face.

BAM-!

Tchort raised his left leg and planted on Charlie\'s chest, as the latter shot out like a wet rag before colliding against the wall with a loud boom.

BOOM-!!

"Ghak!" Charlie coughed out a mouthful of blood as the dead expression on his face slightly regained colour before it returned to the same state.

CLAP-CLAP-!!

With a series of applaud, "Bravo! That was your 1,500 claw swing that hadn\'t landed." Tchort said with a bright smile.

"Grrr...." Charlie growled in low tone, as he readied himself to lunge himself at Tchort on all fours.

"Hmm...." Tchort gazed at Charlie in peculiar manner, as he felt something was amiss.

"Ah! I get it!" Yelled Tchort, abruptly.

"Your vigour is dying down, boy." Tchort said, pointing at Charlie, who seemed significantly weaker, overall, then he first started.

Tchort seriously pondered on how to enjoy more, what he should do to rise the vigour of the dragonoid in front of him, he was having fun watching the desperation and the hope of the four, he left alive, fluctuating, he wanted them to despair more before he finally killed them, he wanted to look at their gazes that had lost all hope, as the small flame that they desperately guarded from the winds, Charlie, slowly died in front of them.

"Wait, aren\'t you the protagonist type?" Tchort mumbled as a flash of realization flashed in his troubled gaze. As soon as he concluded Charlie\'s character, an evil plan cooked up in his mind as he gazed at Grace, Neal, Reynolds, and Hannah with an ominous grin on his face, as his eyes arched similarly.

Tchort raised his right arm above his head with his gaze fixed on the four, who were shuddering in fear, mumbling "it\'s over, no one can survive in a domain," or things along those lines, their eyes had lost their warriors like lustre as they tried to find hope in others, and their only hope now was Charlie, who was the only one moving.

"Blood needles." Tchort mumbled with an ominous smirk on his face, it was then that his gaze moved towards Charlie, as he hoped to see something "fun" again, as 72 blood needles manifested above his head. Disappointed after not finding what he was looking for, "Haaa.... I guess I was asking for too much." Tchort mumbled with a deep sigh of disappointment.

"Rain down." Tchort mumbled as his right arm flung forward, towards the targeted four.

PIERCE-!!

SHING-!

SHING-!

SPLURT-!

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....

With a series of impaling sounds and splurting sounds of blood, the foot long, centimetre sized dark red coloured "needles" impaled Grace, Neal, Reynolds and Hannah. Their throats, shoulder joints, knee joints, ankles, wrists, forearms, biceps, calves, stomachs, and right in the middle of their ribcage arch, were impaled by the blood needles, as they struggled without even being able to breathe properly.

Although, eighteen blood needles had pierced each of them, they showed no clear signs of death, except for their seemingly futile struggle to die in that instant.

"Graaaaa!!!!!" With a loud roar, Charlie\'s aura of despair, desperation, and helplessness exploded out of his dragonoid body, amusing Tchort greatly.

"As expected of a protagonist." Tchort said in a excited tone as his mind ignored the four beings that were begging for death. What they didn\'t know was that, unfortunately for them, unless Tchort "willed" for them to die, they weren\'t going to, and that was a long way off as Tchort\'s mind, nearly forgot about them, if not for his domain, that notified him of the even slightest of the moments.

BOOM-!

BOOM-!

BOOM-!

With three loud booming steps, Charlie appeared in front of Tchort and pulled back his right fist to his extreme before punching at Tchort.

BOOOMMM-!!!

All the debris in the surrounding exploded out upon impact, covering both of their figures in a dense dust cloud, gradually the cloud dyed down, revealing Tchort, who was blocking Charlie\'s fist that was aimed at his face, with a leisure smile on his face, as Charlie gritted his teeth in desperation. And exactly when he decided to jump back and create a certain distance between them, Tchort clenched Charlie\'s right fist and forced him to stay in the spot.

"Grr...gra! Ra! Ra!!!" Charlie roared as he tried to pull back his fist, in the attempts of escaping Tchort\'s grasp, but to no avail. Charlie stepped on Tchort\'s thighs as his pulled back his fist, doing nothing but wasting his breath in his loud, futile attempts and roars.

"Haaa...." Tchort\'s amusement ceased as he sighed disappointingly, he held Charlie\'s right wrist with his left hand as his right hand crossed behind his back, before he raised his left that lifted Charlie along, and slammed on the ground.

BAM-!!!

"It seems like you have nothing more to show." Tchort mumbled as he slammed Charlie in the ground again, and again,

And again,

And again,

Until not even Charlie\'s groans sounded anymore.

"How-" Tchort mumbled, and with a hint of cold feeling behind his lower back where his vampire heart pumped,

"Boring." A voice completed his words, as the hint of cold sensation on his back pressed forward, and before the signals of his instincts that were screaming at him to run registered itself in his mind,

"Burst." A low yet powerful voice whispered in his ear, and with a cue of his death literally whispering in his ears, Tchort felt his vampire heart explode.

BOOOMMM-!!!