Dark Magician Girl paced anxiously in the foyer.
A short while ago, she was positive she saw her master appear within the large gates. As soon as she blinked, though, it was if he was summoned right back again!
"Oh, what's taking this duel so long…" she whispered nervously. She knew her place in the deck too. And she was the next monster in line. But things felt like they were also winding down. With luck, she wouldn't be summoned. With just as much luck, her master would still return alive…
Gazelle, the king of mythical beasts was the first to appear from the battlefield of the duel. His pleased grunt indicated that it was, in fact, finished. Their lord had captured another victory with their devoted help. Dark Magician had saved the day. But if that were the case, then where was…
He materialized a moment later, falling motionlessly to the ground.
"Master!" Dark Magician Girl dove to his side. Mystic Elf, fearing disaster, ran quickly from the Graveyard. "Master! Are you all right!"
"Be careful, my child!" Mystic Elf knelt next to the spellcaster. He had yet to move, or even make a sound. "Let me see… before you move him and chance injuring him further."
She didn't need to inspect him at great length, though. It was clear that the brace was largely ineffective. Massive chest wounds had reopened and the blood already soaked through his violet tunic. As Mystic Elf pressed on the wound, Dark Magician coughed weakly, and fresh blood dribbled out the side of his mouth. He was fading fast.
"Gazelle, what happened out there?" Mystic Elf gasped. "I thought you said that the battle was won by Dark Magician."
The beast grunted again, revealing what spells their Lord had cast, one of which was Monster Reborn.
"I knew I saw him fall!" Dark Magician Girl gasped.
The appearance of Catapult Turtle answered the rest of Mystic Elf's inquiry.
"Oh my…" she gasped. "He was fired into the opposing line… a duel monster missile…"
Dark Magician Girl only gulped. Her master was barely strong enough to cast a dark magic attack, yet alone be that attack.
"A desperate battle it must have been, for the Lord to use such a wicked tactic…"
"C…Can you heal him?" Dark Magician Girl squeaked, trying her best to remain calm. She cursed the Lord for signaling her mentor out as a kamikaze pilot.
"I… will do my best…" she whispered, motioning for Gazelle to assist her. The beast carefully lifted the broken body of the wounded magician. Had he possessed the strength, he would surely have screamed from the agony of his body being lifted from the ground. With Mystic Elf beside him, the mythical beast carried Dark Magician to the Graveyard.
The healer didn't need to say anything; her face said it all – Dark Magician was dying.