## Story 1 ![6-1.png](/uploads/6_1_c6ec934ac5.png) A woman and a dragon, both covered in wounds, trudge across a beach.

The woman's name is Zero. She is a powerful swordswoman with a flower where her right eye
should be. The dragon's name is Mikhail. He is a young, white dragon with the power of speech.

Both of them stand on the doorstep of death. Blood flows freely from their wounds. It leaves a
snaking trail of red along the coast. The army that has been following this trail now closes in
on them.
""Kill the traitors!"" they cry.

This is the end. They can run no further. The woman grips her sword, steeling her resolve. The
dragon lets fly with a howl in response. It cannot end here. They must live." ## Story 2 ![6-2.png](/uploads/6_2_503c9712c2.png) The soldiers rush at them like waves from the sea. The swordswoman fights back,
blood spraying from her wounds. In the midst of it all, something appears in the corner of
her reddened vision. She sees the dragon collapse. Countless blades stick out from his white
flesh. As the dragon lies in the sand, he ekes out a meager cry. The woman's hair rises in anger,
and she immediately cleaves the soldier before her in twain. Sand flies as she rushes to the
dragon's side.

"I won't let you die."

The woman stands in front of the dragon to shield him.

FOOMP!

The next thing she knows, an arrow is embedded deep into her chest. As she reaches up to
pull it out, another follows. She lifts her head and stares at her enemy. But a third arrow finds
its mark in her eye, as though they had been aiming for that very spot. Her sword slowly falls
from her bloody fingers. ## Story 3 ![6-3.png](/uploads/6_3_239bc3b9bd.png) The woman's beating heart slows...slows...and then stops. The soldiers raise a mighty
cheer. The traitor has been struck down. With only the dragon left, the soldiers move in to finish
it off. But then, the woman's corpse begins to scream. As if responding to the scream, the flower
in her eye glows red. And in the next instant, it swells up to an incredible size. Suddenly, another
human spills from the flower, covered in blood. It is the swordswoman reborn. She is a demon
with the strength of the flower on her side.

"This cannot be the end. This cannot...end."
The revived woman attacks the soldiers with empty hands. She strikes down one after another
with sheer brute force. But she is still greatly outnumbered. Swords penetrate her body, one
after the next. She screams again. And again. And again. Yet each time, she is reborn from the
flower. Her limbs are severed. Her skull is shattered. Her heart is pierced. Yet she comes back
each time and falls upon her foe with renewed fury. It is a never-ending nightmare. ## Story 4 ![6-4.png](/uploads/6_4_bb1b724a92.png) Finally, the woman collapses in the sand. Her sharp, ragged breaths slowly take on
a sense of normalcy. The battle is over. The only sound is that of the waves enveloping the
crimson beach. Soon, the dragon's eyes flutter open. He looks over the mountains of dead
soldiers, then back to the woman.

"Thanks for saving me, Zero."
His voice is that of an innocent child—a terrible mismatch for its massive size.

"I only did what anyone should," the woman replies.
The woman knows one absolute in her life: She must protect him.

A flower blooms in her right eye. It is a cursed, loathsome power that would destroy
the world. And only a dragon can extinguish it. Once you grow up and become stronger...
I will have to tell you of my final wish. But until then... I will protect you. No matter how many
of my lives it may cost.

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