• The sky was chaos. Flames flashing across the clouds, vaporizing them in an instant. Acrid smoke burned in his nose. It was all he could do to power his way up above the clouds. He struggled to gain altitude and finally broke through the smoke and was horrified by what he saw. The Grand Lord Sephim was fighting the Hated One alone. No dragon would ever dare to give him a name, he was the cruelest, and deadliest of the rare black dragons. He flew as fast as his burning lungs would allow, but he knew it was already too late. Even as he neared them the black dragon drove his horns deep into Sephims neck and with a chilling rip tore Seraphims neck beyond healing. He watched the golden corpse fall through the sky and disappear into the smoke and clouds. He could not believe or accept the fact that the once great Sephim was dead. The Hated One roared, forcing his attention back to him. They gathered their strength and flew hard and fast, then, they met with a sickening thud and both plummeted toward the ground, as they fell, their wings tangled. They bit and clawed at each other but it was the black dragon who got off better, getting in a stabbing bite to the others shoulder. As he fell, entangled with the cursed dragon they fell though the bottom of the smoke. By the time he realized how low they had gone he tried to disengage and fly back up, but it was too late for them. They fell to earth with enormous thuds, and for him everything goes black.