Red Rockets Glare

"It will be in no time, and the truth will be sought. I must hurry my search for him, to seal my failure... to render my blade into his soul should do it. I should've brought him back to ashes when I got the chance! Why would a gracious spirit get a bargain for nothing? She could've lived all by herself, leaving him in the Catacomb Of The Elders... I must've been pitiful, I don't know what made them so truthful, but in the end, they will face their end. So coming near..."

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"Wait... you have wings as well. What are you exactly?"

"Finding my own answers."

The mountains were all quiet. Like in the eye of a storm, it seemed calm for the last shred of the living Skywrath. A spirit that didn't knew anything at all, but is determined to find the answers. 

His seemingly fruitless search led him to the remaining Scion. Full of wounds that he healed, and was questioning him the impossible. Sitting here and feeling the brushing winds of calamity, he saw the moments in faint lights and clouds, where the lights get devoured by the shadows, like blowing out the candlelights.

Suddenly, Dragonus heard something stepping near. Along with it was the chains. 

"Step away." He growled in a low voice, staring at the hole that leads back to the base of the mountain.

Sensing that it heard his voice, he eased up and stood up. "Wait here, I'll be back."

And with that, he leaped down at one corner that led to an another set of rocky inclined path. His staff sparked in its crimson shade, lighting up the surrounding places. 

And he caught the glimpse of green light.

Dragonus launched an Arcane Bolt directly to the green light, which it quickly hit the rocks, exploding it into pieces and missing the target as it took cover.

"Show yourself!"

No response came to him.

The Iron Raven took more steps towards the dark chamber of the mountain's base. His eyes switching from one side to another, highly alert.

A streak of green chains tackled his stomach, causing him to shriek as it wrapped around his entire arm and pulled him in an instant.

The abomination showed itself. The mage had to recollect himself before trying to break the tight chains.

"Who are..." The wielder of chains seem to get confused. "... you?!"

Dragonus stopped himself and saw his Butcher friend glowing in all green and red.

"Pudge?"

The chains loosened up as soon as they recognized each other.

"Bloody hell!" The Butcher and his chains hugged the mage. "I thought I'll never gonna get to follow you here!"

"Where's Darkterror now?"

Pudge's smile faded.

"Uh..."

"Tell me, Pudge." Dragonus insisted. "What happened back there?"

"He..." Pudge looked down for a while before facing him again. "... didn't make it. He trapped the Dimension for a while, and then, he threw me away. And now, here I am."

He then gave the familiar red stone.

"He wanted you to use this." He nodded. 

"What for?"

"I don't know exactly... but he left it for a purpose. He had a plan of some sort."

Dragonus then grabbed the red stone and stood up.