hut. This collapsed under cracking beams and splinters of wood shot through the air. Peter tore the glowing stake from his side and hurled it into the crumpled hut, which immediately went up in flames.


"Benedict!" Destin shouted, heading for the rubble.


The vampire reached for his left rib. The torch had left a large, steaming hole. Splinters of wood had also drawn into it. It hurt like hell. So this is my punishment, thought Petrus, if that's all there is to it! Slowly he pulled his arm out of the hole in the ground. The sand had loosened a little and with one jolt the bad guy was freed.




Destin put his arm over his face. The heat forced him to protect himself, but as he got closer to the burning wreckage, it got too hot and he took a few steps back.How should he save him?


No sooner had he thought about it than Peter hobbled up to him. Destin whirled around and saw the impending disaster. The prince held two swords in his hand, which he brandished wildly over his head. It came slowly, not quickly. He wanted to corner Destin and thus into the fire.