illustration. matte painting of.Kyle fell to one knee, using his sword as a cane in an attempt to prop himself back up. He couldn't summon the strength. His body burned with agony. He steeled himself to make one final stand, but felt a small paw rest upon his leg.  Sitting loyally beside him was Waif. The small dog looked at his master with the reverence and adoration that had always been there. But there was a gentle sorrow to Waif's face. Kyle tried to reach to his companion, but fell to the ground. He looked up only to witness Waif stand atop the temple stairs, facing the dragon. As Kyle slowly faded from consciousness, he heard Waif's words enter his ears. Forgive me father. For I can no longer be a good boy. Craig mullins. ArtStation