Aamir stood in the battlefield looking straight into the dragon. "This thing is the worst here... we have to finish it first."
His body was full of bruises and cuts, constantly regenerating. His chimera form was still active, with wings twitching behind his back from the impact of the last punch he received from the beast. He looked at Haider Ali and said, "Sir, let's do one thing—first we kill this thing. I know a single person can't kill it, but if we fight together, we can."
His mind raced. His heart twitched from the pain of all the pointless deaths that occurred just now—deaths he couldn't stop. He clenched his fists. "No. This time I won't fail. I can't afford to fail."
Memories of fallen young soldiers flashed before his eyes. That boy with the bow from his squad… gone. The healer girl who tried to shield her team… burned by dragonfire.
"I promised them we'd all go back alive," Aamir whispered to himself, his voice trembling with guilt and anger.
