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Raising his spear, the bouty hunter was going to pierce Drenix's heart.
When he tried to, something stopped the spear centimeters before it reach the chest.

-What the...

Drenix catched the spear with his bare hand, grabbing it by the edge. His face shows no expression, and his eyes where completely white.
His hand was bleeding while the man push it with all his strengh trying to kill him but the spear was imposible to move any farther.
While the bounty hunters were wondering what the hell was going on, the guards arrived to the inn, but there was nothing they can do now.

-What's going on here?!
-Guards, it's him! -said the guy with the spear
-"He"? who?
-The one that caused that massacre on the ruins of disp---

Drenix stabbed the guy in the belly with his dagger and stands up. The guards drew their weapons and charged but they stopped when they saw those eyes.
They saw how he fell on the ground growling like a wounded animal, shaking and then, they saw it...
They saw how it changed slowly into his alter ego... that heartless dragon that have killed almost everyone three years ago in tha small village.

-What in Einhasad's name is this?!
-Ask later we must kill it before its... -his voice stopped forever as the dragon hit him with the tail, sending him against the wall.

Drenix keep changing and growing until he reachs his true form. The was destroyed while the creature grow. Two of the guards and the bounty hunters died when the building collapsed, the rest of the guards flee looking for reinforcements.
The dragon came out to the street unhurt and started to attack everything that moves... he had lost the reason.
Some minutes later, the best of the royal guard came, but they werent by far, prepared for something like this.
The battle started with the first dragon's roar... many of those warrior wont ever make it back home.

One of the faw survivors of that fight never wanted to tell what happened there, for it was too violent.

One more time, Drenix have lost the control, and destroyed a whole village. This time and for worse, there were too many witnesses.
When he woke up the next day, all confused, next to the Fellmere lake, couldnt remember anything that happened after he lose control. Looking his reflection on the water, he already had an idea of what may had happened.
He didnt wanted to turn around and look at the village, but he need to get his backpack with the few things he had there.
Feeling something in his mouth tried to take it out with the finger, and spit it out when he could. Then he covered his mouth when he saw what it was... a severed arm with a shield half chewed.

-«Dont ask, dont ask...» -said to himself closing his eyes

Went to where the inn was, and smeeling the air, found his backpack. It was among all the rubbish, after a small digging, he got it, and started to fly. He could see how a big number of knights were approacion in the distance.
Flying as high as he could, flew to the east, over the knights.
Some of the raiders that had arrows, tryied to attack him but he was too high for the arrows to reach him.

The tales about what happened spread all around the continent by the time he reached Athrea.
The cities were filled with posters with his picture... both pictures...