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Seraphor was unable to think straight. Everything he did was to try to start anything to do with the hope. He knew he wasn't sure about this, though he felt he was sure about it all night. He didn't sleep and as the result couldn't even see things straight.

"Hey, Sera, are you alright? You look like you've been up all night."

"I can't sleep."

Bartoz knew what Seraphor was trying to say. He sighed and said, "Sera, don't burden yourself with that thing. We know you're still too young to take all of this in, but we both are with you, okay?"

"I know...I don't know where to start."

"Kranos can help us with that...anyway, where's that old..."

Suddenly two or three dragons blocked their view to Kranos' empty cell, and there was a door opening. The smaller dragon clearly saw past the bipedal dragons and he gasped. Just as he was trying to say to Bartoz, he also saw him into view.

Kranos was beaten up in all parts of his body. Some of them were claw slashes and many of them were so deep that it was still bleeding. The dragon himself wasn't as well. With so many bite marks on his fins and body, he was devastated. Kranos was also under a great fever, and that fever started to kill him.

In desperation, Bartoz suddenly banged on the cell bars and exclaimed, "Hey, is there any dragons in help?! What the hell are you doing to the old dragon?!"

"He's drawn into the fight...," said a dragon beside Kranos' cell. "He lost...miserably."

"A fight?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"We all got into the fight...and no one ever win from him."

"Who?"

Then in an instant, a high bipedal black dragon just came and took Bartoz' throat, trying to choke Bartoz. He was bigger than both of them, and this dragon was really in for the kill, yet Seraphor saw differently.

"S...stop choking me, you bastard..."

"You weaklings are not supposed to talk back to the strong ones," said the dragon in a gruff voice. "You're a new one, and you must learn discipline."

The dragon suddenly pulled another hand to Bartoz's hands, and he applied pressure to it, slowly crushing them. The black dragon knew he was done for...except if he could cut the dragon's eyes, he could at least kill this one....

"You're not trying to kill him, aren't you?"

That small voice was clear for him, but of course it wasn't Seraphor's voice. The silver red didn't talk out of it, knowing how well the small dragon in taunting his enemies. His vision was too blurred and he was full of wrath already that he really want to kill this dragon, but that small voice was trying to coax the bigger one not to.

"Konaz, he's going to die if you choke him like that. Aren't you done torturing Kranos?"

"This is not your business, whelp! I do what I must do, and this is about making an example of talking back to me."

"And we'll lose more of them. They need them. I don't care about the dragons. All I care is saving my arse from the pit. Now, stay calm, Konaz, or I'll talk with him personally."

Konaz somehow stood silent, before making a disapproving grunt and threw Bartoz to the bars. The black dragon could hear some of his bones cracking, and he roared in the pain. The big Parusan just snorted and said, "You're lucky our medic is going to heal you for another time. Next time, it will be worse that cracking your ribs, weak dragon."

When the Parusan walked away, Seraphor came to Bartoz's aid and said, "You are fucked up, you know."

"Ah, shut up.... I could have killed him."

"You are the one talking about not killing any Parusans, right?"

"I..."

"E...excuse me..."

Then both of them, with strong menacing eyes, watched the smaller Parusan. The Parusan, unlike most dragons they knew, was carrying a satchel like a human's. It was big enough to put a full grown human inside. The dragon was light blue in color, alongside his eyes. His horns were white and not curved, but of course those horns were too short for a grown dragon, despite of him around the size of Seraphor. What was longer than normal was the tail, whipping around in fear.

Both of their glares were frightening to him, and Seraphor realized the dragon was shy and scared on the dragons he was guarding.

"What do you want?" said Seraphor in a menacing tone. "Don't bother us or we'll really kill you, fucking ass..."

"W...wait, stop! I didn't mean that. Konaz will surely snuff both of you if you are uncooperative. I...I don't want any dragons to be hurt."

"So? Get on with it. I heard you're the medic. Help Bartoz..."

"I'm okay. Help Kranos. His wounds are getting worse."

When the small Parusan moved to Kranos and opened his cage, he realized something and said, "He's beaten up pretty badly. I need a suture. Be right back..."

"Wait!"

The dragon stopped death on his track, and slowly turned to Bartoz that was watching him.

"I can help with the wounds. Open the cell door."

"C...can I trust you?"

"We are not planning to escape, either. We just want to help a friend."

"B...but..."

"Being a high-ranking Parusan and a medic is hard, huh?"

This snapped the dragon into a surprise. He fell and said, "W...what?! How do you..."

"Save Kranos first. Take Bartoz with you. He is one of our greatest healers."

The small dragon reluctantly opened the door leading outside. There were many other dragons that were very much displeased with the action and started to make a strong noise that threatened to attract a Parusan's attention. Seraphor knew he didn't have time, so he urged the small Parusan to open Kranos' door. Sudden scent of pus and blood struck Seraphor's nostrils and he tried to wave them off with his fire if not for the collar around his neck.

Bartoz then quickly moved his darkness. Using them as sutures, he tried to make his ability in healing dragons in use, despite of him being a dark magic user. Bartoz fended that off, trying to concentrate on his job. In front of him is a gaping wound made from a sharp claw or sword if this was a Parusan's case. Feeling Kranos' body could see that he was in a high fever partly because of the heat, lack of water, and the fractured bones of his front legs. Bartoz quickly mended them to place with his magic, making sure the bones weren't anatomically distorted and to make sure some of them regenerated as such.

For the wounds, he needed to fashion a suture out of his darkness. Absorbing some of the hatred Kranos had, he made the sutures and proceeded to close the wounds. Kranos started to roar loudly on the pain caused, but the light blue dragon managed to force Kranos into drinking something from inside the satchel and Kranos calmed and went to sleep.

After some hours later, with the help of Bartoz, the Parusan managed to at least make Kranos survive his critical state. Now, as the sea dragon was sleeping soundly, the Parusan drew a breath and said, "I'm fascinated. You're a great healer. But...is that..."

"This is something between us, okay? You don't see anything out of ordinary."

After the Parusan nodded, Bartoz made a glance to Seraphor, and he nodded before saying, "The reason how I know you're a high-ranking Parusan while at the same time their medic is the way you talk to Konaz earlier. While you're so shy around us, you seem to talk very well with him, even threatening him."

"Konaz is...well, another of the wardens around here. I'm supposed to be a warden, too, but he took most of my shifts just to torture all of you. I'm also a Parusan, and it's my own rights to talk to him like that."

"There's also another thing I must talk to you. Do you know the cure to the dark potions we have been drinking?"

"I have it...I made the potions. Konaz had a bit of a superiority complex around you captives, and he wants you to always be under control for his own likings. He particularly doesn't like rebellions like what Kranos did in the courtyard the previous day, and quite possibly you, too, dragon."

"Let me get him when it's..."

"This is for your own safety, but, do you want to be my assistant?"

This made them both surprised at the same time as some of the dragons around them. They quickly pleaded for the small dragon to take them, just as the Parusan quickly banged something that looked like a nightstick to a bar, which gave of quite an echo, before they became silent again. Seraphor then knew what Kranos meant. The sea dragon believed this Parusan. This Parusan was developing the cure for the drugs and Kranos knew a dragon to trust was this Parusan.

The Parusan turned his head to Seraphor and said, "Kranos has been in the cell alone since his previous friend died in the pit. You can help me take care of him."

"It's better than being alone, right? So, Bart, what do you say, dragon healer?"

"Maybe I'll do just fine."

"Since he's my assistant, I can arrange for us to patrol around this place frequently, so you two can meet more often. It's alright, dragon. He's not going to be one of us. I'm not like Konaz."

"You're right...you lack his pleasure of torture," said Seraphor with a smirk. "Say, I don't get your name."

"The name? My name is Karkariz. Just call me Karka or just Kar."

"I'm Seraphor. The black dragon is Bartoz."

"Bartoz...I think I know you...but, maybe it's just my imagination. Anyway, Bartoz, follow me to where I live. Oh, one reminder. Eventhough you're my assistant, I can't release your collar. So, Seraphor, stay strong."

They slowly left the silver red alone with the other dragons, jeering Karkariz and Bartoz along the way. Seraphor just sighed and sat beside Kranos' cell. While the floor was full of blood, it strangely felt warm around him. Was it because of the thing he had done back in Xici kingdom? He remembered he was bathed with the blood of humans, but he didn't remember anything except death and violence. He was only thinking about carnage.

As Kranos was too weak to go out to the courtyard, what Seraphor wanted to do was to find some meats for Kranos to eat. He didn't care if it was laced or not. All he wanted to do was to save Kranos from starvation. Just then, when he wanted to return to the cell, he suddenly got a hit on the back of his head. He quickly became so dizzy. The horns didn't do their jobs well as he fell. He felt some forces dragged him before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, it was night. He was still dizzy and unbalanced. Slowly he could hear some jeering noises, including some roars of excitements coming from the dragons. Slowly, after he had cleared his view, he realized where he was.

He was in the middle of a coliseum-like place, albeit it was dug underground and very bright. There were so many dragons and humans circling the arena, including some of the captive dragons he saw in the courtyard, clearly afraid on something. Suddenly, there was a chant of the name 'Radseid' many times while the portcullis on the other side of the arena opened to see a well-equipped Parusan around the size of Bartoz. He roared with such pride that the whole arena shook with his roar. This increased the strong support of him, now with the silver red knowing what Kranos really got.

"Shit...this will be something I can't do much," thought Seraphor.

When the Parusan came close, he saw Seraphor for a moment before saying, "What kind of dragon takes this whelp into a fight, huh? He'll be beaten into a pulp in a matter of seconds."

After a roar of excitement from the audiences, Seraphor knew this was the time he raised his own morale, knowing very well the audiences weren't with him. He made a small laugh and said, "Oh yeah? And you think I'm scared?"

While there was a loud boos from the dragons, the Parusan just laugh out hard and said, "You should be, kid. You'll be sorry to insult me!"

The dragon was using a longsword enough to inflict a clean cut like what Kranos got, and Seraphor had to dodge it. He still remembered the training with Spyro and Flame around using claws and flexibility of one's body in combat. Spyro, despite of having hybrid elements, was also training under the claw combat, stating that his powers weren't the only one in mind.

This caused Seraphor to be able to make a roll to the side and made a battle stance. He didn't wait for the sword to come down. He quickly ran forward and bit the unprotected back legs, wincing the dragon for a bit. Just as he wanted to bite his tail, the Parusan caught Seraphor's tail and threw him despite of a small size difference. His bony wings acted as the support for his throw. As he recovered, the dragons watching jeered him. Just in a mocking face, he made a spit to the sand and said, "You think that's funny, huh? That's not even something I expect from your supporters."

"You talk big, whelp, but maybe you must know you can't fly."

"I don't need fucking wings. My claws are what I really need."

Again, the dragon ran toward Seraphor. He knew he repeated the assault, but this time he was near a wall, and he knew what to do with it. Running towards the wall, Seraphor jumped to the wall and with his four legs grasped it. In a precise timing, he jumped to the back of the dragon and used his back claws for support while his front claws were used to tear his back. The dragon, again, only winced and he took Seraphor again from his back, sword ready to impale Seraphor. The silver red was lucky he managed to hit away the sword, but he couldn't stop the dragon from breaking his leg.

When he fell, he felt the pain strong enough for him to be enraged enough. His eyes slowly became yellow and he felt very bestial. He now ran towards the dragon, now able to see his movements in slow motion. Dodging a sword thrust he ran while roaring to the dragon chest and wanted to tear it apart, before a difference in might made a win to the Parusan. He bit Seraphor's neck and threw him again. Now, without any protection and energy, he couldn't dodge when the sword hit his tail side, almost severing it.

"I could just make your tail disappear, but you're too annoying. Maybe I'll break your body so you can't move any of them anymore, whelp."

"You wouldn't dare, fucking Parusan. You two-legged degenerate will die first."

"What did you say to me?!"

"I said you're a two-legged degenerate! What, that piss you off, you pussy?! You take the beating to a whelp while you can't even beat an adult dragon. You're one piece of shit unworthy of being a strong dragon..."

Seraphor then felt sudden surge of rage energy inside him. He realized that he was trash-talking because of the Genocide Mode, but then the wrath was too much for him. He wasn't able to use most of his magical powers after they were sealed by the collar, but sudden surge of pure energy was produced from him, and it heated him very much. Just as he realized that the dragon was too angry, he could clearly hear the dragon said, "I'll rip your tongue off! Your insults to the Parusans end here!"

It was just like when he killed the slayers back near Xici kingdom. This warmth was the one he knew when he was in rage. The rage was building up inside him, powering him. It caused him to hallucinate of Koroskin's ghost.

"Seraphor, the traitors are going to pay for what they have done to me," said the ghost. "Rise up, Seraphor, and spill some goddamn dragon blood!"

"He's right!" said another one, this time it was Angelus. "The weaklings are so weak to just kill you. Find judgment over him, and destroy him as you see fit."

"Kill, Seraphor! Make them pay for what they have done to me."

"Make them taste the fire of hell!"

The silver red lost every restrains. His yellow eyes became red all of the sudden. With a strong roar he used his front legs to hold the dragon's paw. The force of his rage was strong enough to hold the dragon at bay. The Parusan was clearly surprised by it. With a quick attack, Seraphor pushed the Parusan and used his claws to wound him, yet he knew it wouldn't work.

"Hah! I thought that roar was because you're dying! You're still going to pay..."

"Die!"

Seraphor was like an animal. Not only he clawed once. He clawed many times in a speed uncanny to a dragon. The Parusan was caught unaware and the claws had started to dug deep into him. What he saw suddenly made him lost his morale, as Seraphor was staring at him with a very menacing and insane look. The Parusan, in panic, took his sword and wanted to stab Seraphor, only to realize the dragon had wretched it out from his front leg and forced the bones in the leg to break. The dragon was in a pain, and roared as loud as he could, shaking the whole arena.

"What have you done?!"

"You're not worthy of dying, too, weakling," said Seraphor with a tone different from him. "I'll give you a taste of the torture you always like. I'll rip every part of you off, starting with your fucking eyes!"

The dragon was trying to stop the dragon, but he was quick enough to jump a little to grab the dragon's head. With his flexible claws, Seraphor made a wide grin and pulled out the eye of the Parusan. This caused the whole arena to gasp while the Parusan, clearly too scared to fight, surprised and roared loudly, cut off by Seraphor's sudden grab to his tongue.

"S...stop...."

"Next...I'll rip your fucking tongue out and let see if you can talk big!"

Again, Seraphor felt a strong warm inside him when he ripped it in strength unseen previously by dragons around his size. The roar of pain rang like a melody inside him. He knew he wanted more of it. He wanted to see so much blood. He wanted to see pain, he wanted to feel the warmth of the blood. Every pain he had was all found in the sudden surge of rage.

Angelus' hallucination was then beside him, saying, "Make him rot in hell, Seraphor! Kill him!"

"You'll rot in hell, Parusan, just like how weaklings die."

Suddenly, before he delivered the final blow, a vision of another ghost came to him. This time, it's Raithorakh. He saw the dragon in surprise, and he said, "Seraphor, stop...you're not the dragon Zarxavio was. You're not a savage dragon."

"W...what?! But he insulted..."

"Let him go, Seraphor. He has suffered enough. I know you're mad with them for responsible for the death of Koroskin and Angelus, but now, be yourself and don't be a wrath for your revenge. Declare your victory here...and don't be a danger to your friends."

Seraphor still hesitated on hearing the ghost, but Raithorakh then said, "I still represent your real self, Seraphor."

With that, Seraphor made a roar and released the dragon from his claws. After the euphoria had vanished, the silver red saw what he had done to the dragon in front of him, and he suddenly felt dizzy. The whole arena was still silent about it, even after Seraphor turned around and didn't feel anything at all except the guilt of torturing the dragon until half-dead. He slowly walked towards the exit when he himself went unconscious because of the pain, both physically and mentally, and collapsed near the gates leading to his friends.