The next morning, Dregon got to work like he said he would. He removed the bubble from Brynjar’s body and he grabbed a dagger from his back pocket. He cut the chest wound wider and deeper, forcing blood to spill from the body. Natilda and Elli walked in, along with Ralph, Gunbrand, Dusty, Sigurd and Destin. Gunbrand saw the wound and he snapped his head at Dregon.
“What the f**k are you doing to him?!” He shouted.
“If you’re going to question me, then you can get out.” Dregon said, calmly, then he turned to Natilda. “Can you mix the herbs for me until it creates it only fluids?”
Natilda grabbed the herbs and she took them over to the nearby desk, pr
