CHAPTER 8.3

DEATH VALLEY

The blast left an indelible trace, and the dry and fragile scales that were burned up by the blast began to fall off its limbs one by one. The vurhan charged for another blast with a barbequed hand. Slejj leapt in front of the girls and Daito, throwing his hands in the air, conjuring up yet another distortion in their path. It spewed specks into the air, forming a massive barrier.

Daito had a hard time opening his eyes. Blood clots beneath his eyelids made it painful, and his eyelids rolled up, snapping and dropping the dried blood to the ground. Uncontrollable dizziness resulted from the pulsing pain coursing through his brain.

When he glanced up, he saw the two young ladies. A stream of blood poured into his mouth as he turned his head, covering the tip of his tongue. He was enraged; he had killed the most powerful vurhans on the world, and all it took was a lump of dirt to put him to sleep. He licked th