With a gesture of calculated brutality, Mordred contracted his hand around the beating heart, feeling the organ compress under the pressure of his fingers. Then, in a movement of unprecedented violence, he tore his hand from the patriarch's thorax, taking with it shreds of flesh and fragments of broken bone.
The gaping hole left in Varnor's chest was as wide as a fist, its jagged edges allowing a flow of dark red blood to pour out, quickly spreading across the metallic floor of the bridge. The body of the powerful dragon, deprived of its vital organ, collapsed heavily with a dull thud that resonated throughout the circular space.
His last breaths escaped in muffled death rattles, his eyes gradually losing their golden gleam to grow dim in death. Patriarch Ignivara, terror of battlefields and formidable tyrant, drew his last breath in a pool of his own blood, defeated by an enemy he hadn't even had time to identify.
