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Part 16
'That’s it… Enough,' he thought, his mind a silent scream. 'I’ll toss this crap into the fire and… damn, I just need some sleep.' His fingers, white-knuckled around the eggs, trembled, and his mind struggled not to give in to the temptation to just drop everything and walk away.
At last, he jerked his arms forward, throwing the eggs into the flames, feeling relief as they left his hands. The bright flickers of the fire burned his eyes, but Bruce forced himself to keep watching the fire, waiting, standing firm against his weakened body after all these relocations.
— Well, where are your dragons, huh? Show me the miracle! — he snarled through gritted teeth, crossing his arms and grimly watching as the fire, like a vulture, consumed the eggs in its flames. A minute passed. Then another. The crackling of the fire grew louder, but the eggs remained unchanged—no magic, no hatching, just faint sparks flying around. Bruce, feeling frustrated, stood there, hoping that any moment now the flames would part and this nightmare show would end.
But nothing happened. The heat didn’t lessen, and the eggs in the fire darkened, black spots spreading over their surfaces. Bruce watched as the eggs slowly blackened, cracked, as if they were on the verge of breaking open, but instead they just charred, crumbled, leaving an acrid scent of burned shell in the air. He felt his anger rising, turning to helpless frustration. 'Come on, where the hell are those dragons?!' he thought, almost hysterical. The fire continued blazing, rising higher, but there was no magic, no miraculous birth of dragons.
Inside, he was seething, but the fury quickly faded, replaced by something heavier—almost despair. After a moment, he wasn’t even looking at the flames anymore, but staring blankly through them, feeling the wave of exhaustion growing stronger—the eggs had burned to ashes. His body was drained, every muscle trembling from strain and weakness. 'I… I’m a man, and I… I have to show them, show them what I’m capable of, damn it!' Bruce gritted his teeth, fighting against his own powerlessness, stubbornly forcing himself to stay on his feet even as everything inside him screamed to give up.
He stared again at the smoldering fire, where only ashes remained of the eggs, and a smirk crossed his lips. 'Fine, so they’re gone, they’re gone. Guess that was just a tale for those damn geeks! She must’ve found those dragons somewhere else.' At that moment, he staggered, his vision blurring, and as though underwater, he faintly heard the crackling of the fire. Everything began to blur before his eyes. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, feeling a throbbing ache in his head from utter exhaustion.
'No… not again?!' he wanted to scream, but no sound, no movement followed. Just another failure, another darkness swallowing him whole.