I drove the dagger through his skin, and angled it up to where his heart should be. He released his grip and stared at me in wide-eyed surprise while he stepped back. With my fingers still curled around the handle, his movements drew the dagger out of the wound along with a stream of black blood.

Durabas bellowed.

Harpies screeched.

And in the distance, a dragon roared.

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