Ashes God

"Dragon Slayer, where is your dragon?" "... Extinct." "What about your anger?" "Still not extinguished." "Aren't you saying that they are actually kind?" "But they slaughtered my blood relatives." "Then what do you have left now?" The dragon slayer loosened his grip on the broken blade, and the blood from his palm fell into the deserted lair together with the fragments of dragon scales. After being silent for a long time, I looked up at the empty sky, and my voice was as low as saying to myself: "There's still a knife that can't slay a dragon, and a heart that has no one to blame."