Shattered

Hazkiel and Purity are poor fighters. But with Purity’s current form, she had a distinct advantage. She’s bigger, faster, and more deadly.

Even with the wounds all over her body now covered in mud and black Draconian blood, Purity could turn things around with ease. She pushed Hazkiel back until he dropped the weapon from his hand.

“If only you would cooperate with me. We didn’t have to end up like this.”

Purity towered over Hazkiel, who fell to his knees. A large tree behind him became a barrier for Hazkiel to escape.

“Are you sorry?” Hazkiel didn’t ask that because he really wanted to know the answer. It was just a question meant to make Purity feel despicable.

Purity did not immediately answer the question. There was bitterness in her red eyes. The rain poured down her face, made Hazkiel think Purity was in tears.

“It’s too late to regret it.” And Purity’s hands were