Two Hundred and Twenty.

Lyon’s breathing paced, his heart pounded like the beating of a drum in his chest as his right eyes remained closed while the left one opened.

He had used up too much energy and even though he didn’t feel it for the first few minutes, his legs shook and threatened to cause him to fall over but he was able to keep his stance.

Lyon waited for the fog to reduce and when everything was clear, he made his way closer to the direction of the Dark Lord.

He knew that he wasn’t going to see a body but at least he could see the ashes that the Dark Lord had been reduced to.

“I won.” Lyon smiled to himself, happiness washing over him as a small smile took over his face, he couldn’t hide the joy of victory and after seeing it for himself that the Dark Lord had been eradicated, he couldn’t wait to find his friends.

Breathing heavily, Lyon made his way through the rubbles and the smoke in search of his friends. He wanted to see them, to share the happiness with them.

As he got closer to a secluded pl