A Talk between An Old Man and His Granddaughter
Arthur just walked a couple of steps before he felt extremely weak. That fight wasn't an easy one at all, especially because he had many wounds all over his body.
"Boom!"
His huge dragon body fell on the ground, heavily tucking on the rocks scattered there, smashing them all. The next moment, he lost his dragon form, while returning again to his normal self, however his clothes were tattered, and his body was now hacked with deep wounds, severely injured.
"Hurry my good child, he is losing blood fast," an old looking man appeared out of nowhere, with long white hair and long white beard. His face seemed peaceful, giving Arthur a good impression of him.
Arthur wasn't able even to open his mouth. His mind was starting to get clouded by the weakness of the injuries and the toll of transforming into dragon form. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but he knew that would be risky, so he struggled with all his will to keep his eyes fully opened.