"How do we do this?" I asked.
"Give me your hand."
I did, and a claw extended from Balaur's finger and made a swift cut on my palm. He did the same to his and sealed the deal with a shake.
Without words or any chanting and strenuous steps, our agreement was sealed with a symbol of a dragon on the back of my palm before it disappeared like it sunk into my flesh.
"You better uphold your end of the bargain, boy, or I will tear you myself," he spat as dark metallic clouds of dust enveloped him.
I smiled. "The name's Cross."
And don't worry, I really plan to find this island. How else am I going to have a legion of dragons in my command if I don't?
<That's the spirit, Host! Dragons are powerful creatures and could easily dominate an entire kingdom if you have them by your side>
"Stand back if you don't want to be flung a hundred meters."
"A rage potion," I said. "Something that will help you defeat the Grendelkin right away."
Balaur ignored me and steadied his gaze at the Grendelkin. "I don't need it."
"I know that you would say that." Because of his past, Balaur wouldn't trust anything or anyone without assurance.
So I made sure that it was undrinkable. "Don't worry. You don't even have to drink it."
Before Balaur could say anything, I threw the bottle onto him.
- END -
Until further notice.