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Chapter 20

The sharp tips of mountains surrounding Warfang are like the most ingenious defensive system Nature could come up with. The rocks here were ragged and rough, a simple scratch would be horribly painful. The aggressively primal blocks of stone looked like they perfectly realized that, if there would be someone imaginative enough he would surely say that this rocks are set in a peculiar formation.

So clearly resembling the smirking, sharp toothed smile of a predator. Exactly aware just how nice it would be if someone scratched themselves, how nice it would be if that someone slipped due to the sudden pain and hit his head against one of the many teeth.

This is a very rigid natural defensive system. No siege equipment would reach the top of the sharp hills, not only there was no place to set up, but also the jutting rocks turned every smooth, walkable piece of rocky ground into bumpy, needle filled tiles.

As uncomfortable and painful as it was it didn't bother one particular black dragon to stand on top of the mountains. Black head slowly moved around, observing the surrounding scenery with clear, unshakable interest.

The rocks pierced the bottom sides of his paws, blood was lazily soaking down the sharp, rocky teeth like wine down the pyramid of glasses.

"You should reconsider my warrior of care" the alluring dark voiced boomed from the top of the mountains with surprisingly no echo as if nature did everything in its power to make the voice perfectly audible

"You don't know what you're missing"

"I'm not a big fan of sightseeing" Ignus replied casually, watching the slowly dripping blood with a wince, his own paws stung from the imagined pain

"Do you know that you're bleeding?"

"Light come, light go" Danox recited

Ignus observed the standing dragon on top of the sharp hills, at first he wanted to scold the youngling for ignoring his question, but all of that became unimportant suddenly when he realized that the black drake above looks like a statue. A magical one.

Gargoyles humans call them.

And that dragon above was one such magical being slowly waking up to life, perched above the Realms, ready to swoop down and cover the world under his dark shadow.

The idea excited and scared him, especially when he simply felt that Danox would be capable of doing exactly that.

He caught himself on admiring the figure above and made no inclination to stop. The grace and strength, the alluring trail of well formed muscles and mysterious beauty. Worthy specimen of dragonkind.

Perfect.

"Warden, tell me, did you know that we were being followed?"

That snapped Ignus out of his trance, militaristic experience even if dormant for most of the time triggers awake when right impulse is applied.

"Followed? By who?"

Danox sprang to the side. The fire dragon instinctively cringed at the wet sound of tearing scales when the black dragon jumped. He hissed when the black paws landed on another sharp rocky blades, impaling into the flesh with a wet, smacking sound.

Blood was flowing down the recently left stony needles like wax from a burning candle.

There was something utterly terrifying and majestic about it.

Danox craned his neck over the mountain edge, opening his black wings, rays of the sun reflected from the blades on his wing thumbs, the golden tips seemed to feed on the light like a starving beggar on scraps.

"You know what people used to say when wind was involved?"

Ignus turned away from the blood, frowning as he looked at the dragon.

"Are you planning to ever answer my questions? If our little union is to work we need to get to know each other better and cooperate. Avoiding an explanation about potential danger jeopardizes both those things"

"Did your patience started to waver Ignus? Better keep control of it, there is still a lot of work to be done"

The heart in his chest skipped a beat, the excitement was gone, replaced by unexplained and instinctive anxiousness combined with suspicion.

"What that supposed to mean?"

Danox folded his wings, straightening up on the hilltop.

"I don't have to explain, you're too clever for that" he turned his head, aiming one of his obsidian eyes on the fire dragon below when the last, enticed in dark allure word left his mouth

"Besziambesakne"

Ignus literally jumped back as if a lighting bolt hit the ground just in front of his paws. When he landed a crack resounded in his left, back leg, old bones cringing underneath the sudden dropped weight of the massive body. The dragon's rump tilted to the side.

He had no idea what Danox just said, but even if he didn't understand the meaning, he recognized the language, being surrounded by this idiocy made him sensitive to it.

At least it was always like that, but now, with the word coming out of this strange dragon's mouth he instantly discarded the label he put onto the language. It no longer amused and irritated him.

This time he was completely overwhelmed by dread as if he would be staring into the eyes of a monster that will leap at him if he moves a muscle.

Danox smiled, the smile was enveloped in the same dark, enchanting aura as his entire being.

"I see that you have given some thought to my question. Tell me my warrior of benignity, do you know what people used to say when wind was involved?"

"No..." the fire dragon rasped "...no, I don't"

"Arrange your cloak as the wind blows"

With that he opened his mouth, sending a gentle, magical breeze straight at the fire dragon.

Ignus shivered, the involuntary quake wasn't only caused by enlightenment, the ability to read between the subtle hints of threat, but also because of hurt noble pride that such a young dragon dared to ravish.

The arrogance.

"You're not helping our relation to develop"

Danox smiled "Am I now? Haven't you spoken of unity? Here I'm weaving the first thread of our partnership and something tells me it will be an unbreakable one"

"I also heard some rumors" Ignus growled, low voice rumbling with each calmly spoken word "They stated that creatures like you are vile and cannot be trusted"

The black dragon chuckled "Masses have the tendencies to brand something they don't understand, supposedly it makes life easier if you put a name on your adversary"

He turned his head around, eyeing the stretched valley below.

"I cannot be labeled however dear, sweet people. You have never seen a creature like me"

"You realize how first impressions and false judgments can be deceiving. You might take someone for who he isn't"

Danox laughed, his explosion of joy resounding in the mountains like a small thunder.

"Well said my warden, well said" he started to step down from the sharp hills, paws sinking into newer and newer rough needles "Intelligence is a trait I value greatly. So much potential to be found there"

Ignus observed the descending dragon with a pained wince.

"Do all black dragons have a thing for masochism or is it just you?"

The dark drake stopped when he reached the ground, looking down at his paws and the bloody paw prints they left behind.

"I'm a glutton for punishment" resounded the serious swooned by dark mystery voice "Pain makes me feel alive"

"Only you then. Just mind you won't bleed on my sleeping spot"

"Who mocks his chains will not be free" onyx eyes raised at the fire drake

Ignus couldn't help but to stare into them, noticing his reflection. An overpowering sense of doom washed over him when not only he felt that the black drake was staring at him, but also his very own soul.

Which was more terrifying he couldn't tell.

"Underestimating something you don't fully understand can have dire consequences. I'm sure you read about our young, pretty black dragoness in the city, you make an impression of a tactician after all. Not only shackled to the battlefield as you are fully aware"

The fire drake swallowed, he felt defenseless and that was something he despised the most.

"Who are you?"

Danox smirked, the display of perfect white, razor sharp and enchanting teeth reminded Ignus of a smiling shark that plays with his pray before eating.

"I'm a legacy that lives beyond, far beyond the grave"

The fire drake growled in annoyance, uncertainty is something he prefers to kill.

"Does speaking in riddles and repeating old proverbs amuses you?"

"Not at all. Straightforward answers are so boring, wit and wisdom is what I value greatly as I already modestly stated" Danox tapped his temple "Mind is a weapon, see, when you start thinking. Planning, scheming, evaluating, seeking, you name it, mind prevents from making the same decision. When you think you become creative"

He pressed his paw to his chest, no blood was left on his scales, the leg already healed itself.

He bowed respectfully.

"And I, as a black dragon, cherish creativity. You are familiar with the powers of my kind I'm sure. Would you be so kind as to remind us of them? All for the sake of unity of course"

"What kind of game is this?" Ignus snapped "I'm not going to be your plaything"

"Poison, Wind, Shadow and..." Danox took an excited breath "Fear. Fear is my favorite. I can sense it you know, everyone is afraid of something. The more creative the mind the more interesting the fear is, reaching beyond the trivial and boring fright of death"

Black eyes once more drilled into the fire dragon.

"And you my warrior of selflessness have a very creative mind"

Helplessness was called the dagger that suddenly found its way to his fiery heart and pierced it. It wasn't blood however that gushed from the wound but strings of threads he believed he held tightly within his grasp.

A sudden feeling of overpowering danger washed over him.

Claws of his battered legs dug into the rocky ground, sharpening the generally blunt tips of his natural blades.

"Come warden" Danox said calmly, making his way towards the cave, if he noticed the growing aggression from his companion he made no indication of it "Let's go check our new home, we better be prepared for the arrival of our mysterious stalker"

He looked behind his shoulder.

Ignus gasped faintly, he wasn't sure if what he saw was not some kind of trick of light, but he could swear that the black eyes flashed white for a second.

"We're partners now" the dark voice spread its deep, breathy charm "In crime we could say, because blood is not as a thick bond as many believe" he smiled "Come, I'm hungry"

Ignus observed the walking dragon, completely unaware of the moment when his legs started to follow the swinging black tail.

"I'm not going to be your cook, if you're hungry you will fetch food for yourself"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, whether you believe it or not I don't like using people. Besides, no offense meant, you would be able to provide only a snack and I already had a lot of those"

The cave wasn't difficult to find, all they had to do was to follow the slowly shrinking hilltop until it eventually spread to the side, melding into a formation that resembled an overgrown turtle shell with spikes, big and small protruding in every direction.

Yet it wasn't because of that comparison the two dragons will remember this place, another characteristic element was to be found just in front of the cave and it stood out far more greatly from every other less and more memorable spot.

It was a circle of long, sturdy slate columns to the top of which perpendicularly were attached similar extensions yet wider than their bases. Some of the columns were cracked, while others were in quite good condition, all of them formed a letter T.

Both dragons silently agreed that history doesn't interest them and decided to completely ignore the mental search for the origins of this small construction.

Danox entered the cave first, completely indifferent about the fact that it smelled of bat droppings, quite a horde of those little neighbors could be seen in the far end of the cave where in their upside down positions they awaited the call of the moon.

He left the night stalkers to their nearly comatose existence, respectfully making as little noise as possible even if they were so far away that probably extensive, loud shouting would wake the little critters up.

He took another whiff of the smells dominating the cave, catching the scent of dirty wolf fur and a faint scent of loyal and extensive mating session. One of his back legs instinctively made a step back with the intention to leave the cave behind even before the impulse of understanding coming with the smell told him that all of this was fading away and only his sensitive nose was to blame for any doubt.

Whatever mammals that called this cave their lair have abandoned it.

He didn't really care about anything else. The cave was mostly uninhabited and spacious. Nothing else mattered.

"Ugh" a grunt of abhorrence rumbled behind him "It stinks here"

"Shhhhh warden" Danox huffed "We have bats for roommates"

"Perfect" Ignus hissed frustrated "There is never enough vermin"

The black dragon smirked "Not your type of preferred accommodations I presume?"

"After all this time I finally got a deserved comfortable and clean bed, traded it away for honor and what do I get in return? This...this stinkhole!" he growled barely containing a roar

"You're not really used to the rewards wrought by good deeds I see"

"This is below me" with a grunt Ignus pulled his head out of the cave "I'm royalty" resounded the irritated voice from outside "I won't be sleeping surrounded by shit!"

Danox chuckled.

"You're overreacting Ignus"

"Don't tell me you're going to sleep in that filth. Have you no respect for yourself? No pride?"

Black snout popped from the cave.

"Not especially"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ignus asked, narrowed in disdain ruby eyes followed the black snout "If I wouldn't meet that young girl in Warfang I would suspect some odd quirks coming as a consequence of your origins"

"Oh warden" Danox leapt into the air, with two flaps of the wings finding himself on top of the wide perpendicular column. "I'm simply special" his breathy, deep voice cooed

"So special that you put your exceptional neck on the line. Have you already forgotten that someone might be following us?"

"Look at me closely Ignus"

It wasn't an order nor a command, it sounded like a shy request of a boy so intimidated by his surroundings that for people walking by he was transparent and not worth a glance, even if they would hear him.

A request of a guy someone of his social stature would treat with a frown of disgust when walking through a street of smelly commoners.

His ruby eyes however, surprisingly not held by any chains of narcissistic impulse, instantly rose to focus on one rightful point.

On his black companion.

Envy and sincere admiration scratched the deepest part of his mind where it silently gasped in awe. He was never the one to be mesmerized by art, but the perfect figure of the black dragon couldn't be ignored.

He couldn't force back the sudden grip of cold hand of terror that suddenly found its way to his spine. The obsidian eyes, the slowly spreading black wings, the dark stretching body, they all stood in the way of the sun.

Creating a long, dragged shadow on the ground that seemed to move and Ignus couldn't tell if the shakes were caused by the wind moving some tiny rocks or if the shadow quaked on its own.

The short break he got when his fiery eyes started to pull out from the ground and back towards the only right direction was not enough to make a decision. It was in that moment he noticed the sky turning red. The usually normal sign of night slowly crawling into the domination seat he took for blood. He was certain that the sun behind the dragon was shrinking and withering, dying and the crimson sky was a glimpse into its agony.

The night was coming, but this time with no intention on leaving, the irremovable shadows will reach everyone.

It was Death that stood above him on the column.

He blinked.

Nothing changed.

"Do you see clearly now my honorable warrior?" Danox' asked with a soft, breathy tone "My scales are black, sucking the light out with a craving similar to that of a cub pressed against the breast of his mother"

"Light is hope, light is future, light is life, take it away and all you have is fear. There is nothing more terrifying than a black dragon, you can ask Spyro if you don't believe me"

Danox folded his wings, smiling without a hint of emotion.

"If our mysterious stalker decides to make a move he better make sure it will be a good one. So don't be afraid for me Ignus, I don't risk anything and only gain with the coming night"

"You are very sure of yourself"

Danox laughed, loudly and heartily, his wings shot open wider, covering a part of the sky behind the black curtain of their membranes.

For a moment Ignus believed that it will stay like that.

"You finally get it! This is why we make such good partners"

The fire dragon frowned "I don't remember any partnership"

"Do you now?" he asked, sounding like he never laughed, in fact like he didn't even knew what laughter is in the first place "I think I would be offended if I would care Besziambesakne"

"Stop using that word!" the fire dragon snarled, the burning tip of his tail pulsed with brighter flames, for a moment it seemed that the night had second thoughts about taking the lead role

Danox smiled sweetly "My point exactly"

Ignus calmed momentarily by taking a deep, raspy breath. The mind of calculating tactician steadily getting back on its rightful track, leaving anger behind where it belonged.

He perfectly knew what it was capable of.

"So partner, since I volunteered to watch over you I propose you get down from there, you already stand out as it is. We don't want to scare off a potential assassin"

"There's no need" Danox indifferently laid down on the wide surface, tail hanging across the edge. Similar fate fell on his left front leg "He's already here and shows no inclination of running away"

Ignus' muscles tensed, only the experience of a seasoned fighter prevented him from looking around. He acted naturally, a costume he wore nearly his whole life.

"Only one? Where is he?"

"Hiding behind that rock formation behind you"

"With how outnumbered he is I suspect he is waiting for nightfall to increase his chances of an ambush"

"No" Danox replied, stretching his back legs as if he would be resting on a comfortable, safe bed "He is not here to attack us, he is observing as for now, in fact was doing it for quite some time now"

Ignus narrowed his eyes on the dragon "And you found it appropriate to tell me about this now?!" he admonished the dragon through clenched teeth "What does he want?"

"I can feel the scared rhythm of the heart Ignus, not read minds. Thank you for considering it however, you humble me with your compliments"

"Do you always act so lightly and ignorant in the face of danger?"

The black dragon chuckled "My dear warrior of care. I am danger"

From the relaxed and lazy position the black dragon adopted one could be sure that many would laugh at his bold statement. It was almost as if a sloth would shout death threats at you.

The idea of laughing never crossed Ignus' mind however, it was quite the contrary in fact, right now the drake, at least for him, was a force of complete intimidation. It was because he seemed to fade into the encroaching night, becoming one with it during the mystical embrace.

Darkness and black scales becoming one.

Wind carrying its audible whisper, that for a moment stopped his heart. Whisper that breezed even his soul, branding a single sentence across its shimmering form.

I'm permanently everywhere.

Suddenly he wanted to be as far as possible from the black dragon.

"I'll better check-"

"Shhhh Ignus"

The polite, scolding and barely audible, breathy whisper silenced him in a moment's notice, in his skull he still heard the ringing of his own teeth when his mouth closed itself with the force of a swinging executioner's axe.

"Creatures of the night are waking"

He was paralyzed, the thought hit him with the strength of a wrecking ball.

There was no magic behind, no spell or any other binding element, he simply couldn't move, couldn't get his eyes of the shadowy, reptilian silhouette sprawled on top of the column, he couldn't stop listening to the deep tone of the dragon's whisper, how his dark and mysterious voice was carried by the wind, grazing every scale and bit of flesh with invisible, gentle, passionate finger of a lover.

No, not a finger.

A claw, sharp, bent and deadly, sliding under the chin and across the whole body. Ignus was entirely certain the only right thing to do now was to jump away, stay away from the clawed, alluring whisper, somewhere where it couldn't reach you.

He didn't move, not because he couldn't, he didn't move because he didn't want to.

It was the power of the forbidden, of the perversely corrupt, of the wrong, of all those things that turned common sense and morality into dust.

The presence of the dragon, his gloomily charm, made him realize just how addicted to this prolific design he is.

"Feeding time has begun"

Not long after this next whisper the horde of bats poured out from Danox' new home. They darted right above the sprawled back drake.

Ignus was quite certain that what he saw was only his imagination and all of it happened by accident, but it seemed like some of the bats patted the black dragon approvingly on the back.

And when that happened his usually black eyes pulsed with blinding white light.

The fire drake shook his head fiercely that nearly the chipped horn on his head fell off.

Enough of this madness. Nothing is happening. In front of him is just a crazy, way too knowledgeable black dragon. Nothing more.

"They always remind me of hunger" Danox' tongue flickered sadly in the darkness

"Then move and go hunting, instead of whining all the time" Ignus gulped, surprising even himself by the harshness of his tone

"I'm too busy" he pulled himself up, stretching all of his limbs

Young, firm muscles pulsed underneath the scales. The view slapping Ignus in the cheek, reminding him of his age and position.

"Let's meet our new friend shall we?"

He tapped his claw against the slate.

Ignus' eyes widened, his gaze momentarily fell on his paws and the cloak of the night embracing them, the rocky ground beneath looked like it always did and yet it felt different. The rough feeling was gone replaced by something moist and gelatinous.

Ideas ran rampant in his head, one particular idea was stronger than all the others. It was her influence that made him believe that his paws are no longer touching rock, but more like he would be standing on the entrails or a tongue of some sort of a beast.

"I can see you" Danox sang "Come to us"

Momentarily a startled, low gasp resounded from ahead, Ignus swiftly turned his head around, noticing a bulky silhouette coming into view.

"Sorrow doesn't kill, reckless joy does" the black dragon recited

"I've heard about you" Ignus muttered when the green muscular figure came into view, the single horn projecting above the nose, the grey eyes that in the night looked like Danox' onyx ones

There could be no mistake, he is one of the lackeys of the crazy mole everyone talks about back in the city.

"Your presence here is unwelcome" the fire dragon hissed

The black drake behind him chuckled.

"That Ignus we all have in common, we all are unwelcomed in one place or the other"

Ignus frowned, scolding the dark dragon with an angry glance.

"Keep your rambling to yourself, you don't know who this boy is. He will bring nothing but trouble and unwanted attention"

"Won't we all?" Danox jumped down, gracefully landing on the ground as if the stretched darkness would be stuffed with pillows.

"Besides, this is not a proper way to treat a guest. Let's avoid spreading prejudice or we'll feel like we are in the city again"

He smiled politely "Welcome! What brings you to our humble doorstep? Sort of. I hope you aren't here to steal Ignus from me, his rough and charming personality is all a lonely and misunderstood dragon can ask for. I'm not really keen on sharing"

The fire dragon grunted something under his breath.

"You remind me of someone very important to me" Capro replied without any hint of fear connected with the fact that he was just discovered "I wanted to see if my hunch is correct. Seems I was right"

The malachite dragon bowed respectfully "It's a pleasure to meet Cynder's relative, me and your...whoever is she for you have a long history"

Danox laughed heartily, both his draconic companions noticed unconsciously that his laughter was really beautiful.

"This is perhaps the most polite way I've heard someone telling me that he came to tear my heart out"

"I've never implicated to do such a thing" Capro responded defensively

"Of course you have no bad intentions" Ignus commented sarcastically "It doesn't matter that you hail from that temple of zealots and follow us. No problem at all. We'll just take your stalking for a crazy fan moment and be on our way"

Danox cleared his throat, raising one of his legs in the air, a single claw pointing up.

"I want to interrupt this festival of sarcasm with one rather important note" his leg dropped down, black eyes meeting shadowy ones "Just because my scales are black doesn't mean that I have black scaled parents. Nobody knows the formula, why, the unique individuals of this era were hatched from eggs laid with whole certainty by normal draconic mothers"

"I didn't want to offend both of you in any way" Capro touched his heart, emphasizing by gesture the hurt tone of his voice

"Making puppy eyes and whining won't help your cause boy" Ignus commented sternly "I would suggest that you start speaking and tell us what it is that you want. I have seen enough mind games in my life and have no patience for more. You were caught spying on us, better start explaining yourself. Right here, right now"

"Oh warden, where are your manners?" Danox asked distressed

"I volunteered to watch over you and that means looking after you, so stop fooling around and take this seriously. You might be powerful, but if those fanatics planned to tail us then they surely came prepared"

"You will have to forgive him, treachery is a touchy subject"

The fire dragon winced, judging by the flexed muscles and anxious swings of tail it was a consequence of holding back fury than fear or shame.

Threads where are you?

"Speak!" Ignus rumbled, the loud command coming out with sparks shooting from his paws as claws behaved like little anchors, preventing his body from lashing after the invisible trail of the word and into anyone who was at the receiving end of it

Capro straightened up, adding to his posture all the confidence of a duelist that is ready to fight to the death.

"I have faith, but you...Ignus wasn't it? Ignus you are under the wrong assumption that it is everything that drives me. I respect the Seeker, but I try to keep an open mind"

"You won't buy yourself into my favor by spitting honeyed words. Speak of your purpose!"

"My purpose here is to learn and check if I can expand my options"

"Do not try my patience with this riddle talk" Ignus growled "I had enough of it, luckily for you I don't have to force the words out of you. There are other means to extract information. Danox?"

"He is not afraid" the black dragon said curiously, cocking his head "You are dead inside"

"Callous bastards don't strike me as reliable" the fire dragon snarled through clenched teeth, tiny tendrils of flames wafted from his nose

"This façade, my warrior of worry, is amusing"

"Focus on him! Use your magic to tell if he can be trusted"

Danox burst out with sincere laughter, making both other dragons forget about everything and instead concentrate solely on him.

"Dear Ignus" he inhaled deeply, air whizzed through his mouth "Your humor is unmatchable, you're absolutely deadly with it! Trusted!" he laughed once more "Like all of us!" another explosion of joy

Ignus frowned, wrinkles of irritation deepening on his snout.

"You won't find what you are looking for here. Goodnight"

"Wait" the black drake stated, the deep, breathy voice devoid of all happiness, even the moon itself flickered in the sky in search of a cloud it could hide behind

"I sensed you...remind me of your name if you would be so kind?"

"Capro" malachite drake introduced himself straightforwardly

"I sensed you following us Capro for an entirely different reason it seems. Now I know what it is" he licked his lips cravingly "You tapped into something you don't fully understand, but can already feel it. You haven't used your own claws. Dangerous but clever. You're obsessed and perceptive, volatile combination"

"I'm not afraid"

Danox smiled "I believe you. Very, very much" black eyes shifted to the fire drake "You're saved Ignus, our triple acquaintance won't last for very long"

The strength caused by insecurity faded somewhere, reminding his legs of their age, making them weak and old.

"Why I don't feel relieved?" he mumbled

"If you don't want to kill me or throw me out, then let's talk" Capro proposed

The black drake nodded with a pleasant smile.

"Talk we will, don't worry about that"

"I don't want to have anything to do with him!" Ignus protested, pointing a claw at the black drake threateningly "I warn you Danox! The Guardians will hear of this"

Capro narrowed his gaze on the fire dragon, muscles bulged underneath the scales.

"You are quite the jester my warrior of concern" he waved his wing "Look around, what do you see? Do you think that the night was always so grisly?"

Ignus didn't know why but he did look up and gods of every timeline be damned if he didn't feel expendable and worthless in that brief moment. The black sky seemed like a dark, thick slab that was slowly falling down on them and when it finally does it will crash everything beneath it.

It's the damn question.

It made him think about it.

What is wrong with that question?

"It's whispering" Capro muttered reverently

"Yes" Danox took a deep breath "The darkness is whispering, it always did but only few are able to actually hear it"

Ignus heard only the wind, it's sinusoidal wailing throughout the mountains, if it was whispering the words weren't meant for him. Even with ringing scepticism in his mind he couldn't fight the addicting urge to hear it.

"With darkness being so close to us you can comprehend its passionate language" Danox closed his eyes, wings softly flapping as if they wanted to drag every scent of the world

"What does it say?"

He groaned, clenching his head with one paw, headache struck with the force of a war hammer against a shield. The resounding rumbling sound that bounced inside his head was spitting only one furious discontent.

Why I don't know the answer?!

Why I don't know the answer?!

Why I don't know the answer?!

Capro extended his leg, the night brushed against his paw like waves of water against bare feet.

"World War Me" he whispered like the darkness

End of Book V