Spyro and Cynder flew level with Malefor at the center of the world. Malefor released a powerful beam of convexity, and Spyro and Cynder released one of their own. The two attacks connected and it became a power struggle between the advirsaries.
'Just a little more...' Spyro thought.
With Spyro's and Cynder's efforts combined, their attack overpowered Malefors, sending him spiraling out of control. He landed with a thud on a large dark purple crystal. He stood up quickly, only to have dragon spirits to appear around him whispering. Their ghostly appearance shocking the dark lord.
"What is this?" He yelled. The dragon spirits then proceded to drag him through the ground. "Noooooooooooooo!" His cry echoed throughout the large chamber.
Spyro and Cynder landed on the large crystal and observed their surroundings. The ceiling was falling and magma was pouring out of cracks in the walls.
"Spyro I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Cynder said, hanging her head in shame.
"Don't be. It's over now." Spyro said.
"So this is it?" Cynder looked around with sadness.
Suddenly, a ghostly Ignitis appeared above Spyro."Spyro. When a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature. Offering hope for the future..." Ignitis dissapeared and the crumbling sounds resumed.
Spyro looked at Cynder with new determination. "I know what I need to do, just get out of here Cynder."
"Spyro no! You don't have to do anything, let's just go!" Cynder pleaded.
"Where Cynder? They'll be nothing left. The world is breaking apart. But I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to."
"Then I'm with you." Spyro nodded. He closed his eyes and spread out his wings. He gently floated in the air and started to glow a vibrant purple.
Cynder stood awkwardly to the side. 'Should I tell him? It might break his concentration.' She then realized what she had to do. 'It's now or never.' She stuck out her chest and moved closer to spyro. She leaned in next to his ear and whispered:
"I love you."
Then everything went black.
While these events were occuring, there was a black dragon suffering in a cave overlooked by Malefor's mountain. He was locked in a cage surrounded by tables full of beakers and needles. The sound of bubbling chemicals made the room that much more foreboding.
Chains kept all of his limbs from moving. His head, his legs, his tail, and even his wings were scarred with constant rubbing. He held his head low, thinking, when he heard a steel door open.
"Ahh... How's my favorite test subject?" Came a mocking voice. "I've got some new syrums to try. Excitement, excitement."
The dragon looked up to see his enemy. A large Orc stood at a table preparing some needles for injections. A white lab coat adorend his broad shoulders. The doctor grabbed a needle and looked at the dragon. "Stay still. This should hurt only temporarily. Or permanently." He smiled menicingly and moved closer. The dragon carefully waited until the doctor was close enough. Then he looked up.
"This ends now." The dragon tears his front paws free and grabs the doctor by the throat and throws him against the far wall. He then proceeds to pry himself free of his shackles.
When he's free he bolts for the exit. He can hear the doctor scream from behind, "Stop him! Stop him now!" The dragon ignored him.
He ran down the hallway as fast as he could. Two grublin guards appeared in front of him from a nearby room. They screeched and charged at him. The dragon simply jumped over them and continued for the exit.
He came upon a large room full of grublins and orcs. They all paused to look at the new entry. They then drew their weapons to confront him. To exauhsted to fly over them, he decided to run straight for the large door at the other side of the room, but the soldiers wouldn't let him pass so easily. They slashed and swiped at the dragon with all they had. The dragon merely shrugged off the blows.
He continued until he burst through the large wooden doors and entered a dark forest. He kept running and running until he couldn't go any further. He stopped and looked behind him. He saw no signs of chase or of search parties.
'I need to rest.' He thought. He looked over himself, unsurprised at the dozens of wounds over his body. Some of them minor cuts, and some deep and heavily bleeding. What he wasn't surprised at was that he didn't feel any pain. Then again, he rarely felt anything anymore.
The dragon signed and thought. 'I need help.' He looked at his surroundings. He spotted a large wall far off in the distance, easily several days journey on foot. But that was all he had to go on. He layed down and rest his head on the ground. Only one thing echoing through his mind.
'Freedom.'
