Jake gripped the organ tightly and, with a violent, final pull, ripped his arm out of the chest cavity.
Borsuka let out one final, hollow gasp.
The crimson light in his eyes instantly died, and his massive, broken body went completely limp, finally collapsing face-first into the muddy, ruined surface of the courtyard.
Jake stood victorious over the corpse of the Dragon King.
The torrential rain washed the glowing blood from his dark armor.
In his right hand, he held the massive, still-pulsing, fiery heart of the dragon King.
It was massive, larger than both his fists together, and it pulsed with the particular rhythm.
The heat coming from it was significant, and the light it produced was deep red-orange.
The mana packed into it pressed against Jake's palm with the weight of accumulated centuries.
The courtyard was absolute silence.
