Closing his eyes, Lucas let his muscles relax, and made his mind take some time off to simply enjoy the cold. His hair waved like a flag of the small white bead in the darkness of space, while his green trophy let out creaking sounds as the broken bones inside the thin bag of light green skin rubbed against each other, light, but still harder than most metals from the tempering of the energy that had been burned and sacrificed.
By the time Lucas's feet touched the snowy ground, no more wounds remained on his body, not just the skin-deep ones, but also the hole in his abdomen. Only traces of blood remained in a scattered layer of dirt mixed with light sweat.
He opened his eyes to look down at the layer of snow raised from the displacement of the air when he stopped his momentum a few meters away from the ground, then took another look around. After that, he ignored everything else to walk to the azure spindle-shaped spaceship…
