“Motherfucker, getting all sentimental and shit just because he’s dying,” Eugene grumbled, spitting blood on the ground. Raizakia was dead. The Black Dragon wasn’t an undead like a lich or a Death Knight with a separate life vessel, and Eugene had severed his Dragon Heart in half. Even if Raizakia was the Demon Dragon, he could never survive such a blow.

Did Eugene’s heart sink at the thought of being denied the coveted prize of the Ancient Dragon's heart? No, there was no room for disappointment within him. Raizakia's Dragon Heart had been marred and contaminated by the sinister forces of Dark Power for centuries. While it held immense value for black wizards and other demonfolks, for Eugene, it remained a worthless and venomous artifact devoid of any worth.

Eugene slowly descended to the ground, cracking his stiff neck. The headless, large body of the dragon was slowly tilting to the side.

The Holy Sword was easier to handle and use compared to the Moonlight Sword when it came to simply cutting. As such, Eugene raised the Holy Sword after eyeballing the location of his target.

Ripppp!

The Holy Sword cut through the dragon’s stomach. The Light of the sword cut through the scales and flesh of the dragon, as well as the dragon’s large belly.

The only thing Raizakia had consumed for hundreds of years was Raimira, whom he had swallowed whole...