Beau and Artha were cautiously walking down their corridor when they saw something they didn't expect to see.
"Um, Beau," Artha said. "Is it me, or is there light at the end of this corridor?"
Beau confirmed his thought by nodding. As they continued toward the light, two openings appeared on either side of them. When they looked down the two paths, they were surprised to see Parmon and Cyrano come from the right one, and Lance and Frachsun come from the left one.
"Artha!" Lance and Parmon called as they beheld their friend.
Artha raised a hand in recognition, than looked back down the corridor toward the light. "We're heading down this way guys." He informed his friends. "We need to investigate that strange light."
Parmon whimpered. "Can't we walk away from the creepy light?"
Artha stared at him. "But it could be Kon!"
Parmon nodded, still deeply frightened. "Exactly." He squeaked.
Artha and Lance shook their head, and then headed down to the corridor. Due to a fear of being alone in the creepy compound, Parmon was forced to follow. When they reached the end of the corridor, they all gasped with both fear and awe.
The corridor opened up into a cavern large enough to hold three Tyrannis Paxes and three Abandonns all at once. There were damaged computers all along the walls to the left and right, as well as two corridor openings. But the main focus of it all was the giant block of Rainbow Crystal Draconium at the far end of the cavern. The block was big enough it could hold a giant dragon in it, which it was. Deep within the block, was the blackest dragon any of them had ever seen before. There was no other color upon him, nothing but black so deep it was like looking into the farthest reaches of space. But there was one other creepy aspect to him.
His eyes were open and watching them. One was green, the other was yellow.
Well, what do we have here? His horrible voice said in their minds. Could it be none other than the Black and Gold Dragon of Legend and his chosen Dragon Booster? Not only that, but you've brought the wonderful people and their dragons who are responsible for freeing the Sisters so that they could begin the process of freeing me. Well, hehehe, thank you…for bringing forth your own ends.
He then began laughing a horrible laugh that made Artha and his friends, including the dragons, shiver in fear.
Meanwhile, Moordryd, still in Booster form, and the Sisters had just deposited Wyldfyr into the cylinder along with Coershun.
Coershun watched with utter despair as Wyldfyr joined him. They had a brief exchange in Dragon: "Wyldfyr, why did you let them bring you here?"
Wyldfyr winced. "I had no choice; they were using level 10 Black Control Gear on me. The stuff may have been strong, but it had to rub it in by sucking away my energy too."
Coershun sighed. "Then, with our capture, all is lost."
Wyldfyr snapped at him. "It's never over, not until Beau has been defeated!"
Coershun nodded, though still felt lost.
His sense of despair was only emboldened by the horrible pain that ensued when one of the Sisters activated the Black Energy Siphon Gear that transferred every bit of their energy through the pipes, and into Kon himself.
The Sister that activated the Gear looked over at Moordryd. The time has come, Son of Paynn. Kon's awakening has begun. Are you ready to take your place as the true Booster of Shadow? For only Kon can give you the power you truly deserve.
Moordryd stared into the Sister's yellow eye. The time for his redemption to his dad came had come. His father would forgive him if he came back with a mighty tool of war like Kon to forward their plans. He mounted the yellow-eyed Sister and let them take him to Kon.
At the same time, Decepshun sensed his direction, and poured it on as she changed her path to instead get to Kon first. Cain was perturbed by her sudden change in direction.
"But Decepshun," he said. "I thought we were going to Moordryd, why did you change direction."
Decepshun didn't answer him. She knew all would become clear at Kon's prison. Along the way, they found the wandering Kitt Wong and picked her up. They continued to Kon, but arrived at a most inopportune time.
For the Rainbow Crystal Draconium that encased Kon was cracking. As it did, Kon's horrible laugh echoed against the rocks.
"FINALLY!" His voice boomed. He was free enough that his loud voice needed not to be in their minds. "HAHAHAHAHA! THE DAY OF RECKONING HAS COME! MANKIND WILL BOW BEFORE ME! DRAGONS WILL BECOME ONE WITH ME! AND EVEN ARMEGGADDON HIMSELF WILL FALL BEFORE THE AWESOME MIGHT OF KON!"
Just as the Sisters arrived with Moordryd, Kon's prison shattered. Huge blocks of rainbow Draconium narrowly missed everyone as it fell around them. When the light faded and the Draconium stopped falling, everyone looked to see the sprawled out mass of Kon. His green and yellow eyes snapped opened just as his body filled to the brim with only the blackest of Draconium.
He rose to a crouch and eyed his audience. He smiled a gruesome smile that made everyone shudder. He opened his mouth, and his lips began forming syllables as he spoke. "Am I not a grand sight, humans and dragons? Hmm? Do I not fill your hearts with awe as you behold my might?" He then began laughing again.
Kon looked over at Moordryd and the Sisters. He closed his eyes and began to glow as he focused the Draconium that was once his prison and formed some of it into a saddle. He magged the saddle on, and then magged Moordryd onto the saddle.
Prepare for my ultimate gift, Son of Paynn. He said.
Moordryd got just the faintest hint of Kon's true intentions. Once he felt them he cried out "Decepshun! Help!"
Just before Kon activated a gear that had camouflaged itself on Kon. The gear was a black version of Orange Forcing Gear. It attached to Moordryd's head so suddenly, no one realized what was going on till Moordryd began screaming and trying to get it off.
Everyone yelled: "Moordryd!" But alas, in vain, for his mind had now been taken over by Kon. Moordryd lifted his head, but he wasn't the same. His mind was dominated by Kon's thoughts now.
Or at least, that was standard procedure. This gear, though, was different. Moordryd looked each of his would-be rescuers in the eye. "Friends and enemies…I have seen the truth through Kon's eyes." He pointed at each and every one of them. "All of you…are inferior. Nothing weak deserves to exist in Kon's world. You all…must die."
Kon looked at Decepshun. As he recognized her present appearance, he smiled. "Well, well, what have we here? Is that you my dear Vysox? Or am I hallucinating?"
Decepshun hissed and roared at him.
Kon merely shrugged. "Oh well, but you are lucky Decepshun. Being a Pure One as you are, you are not on the elimination list. All others must either agree to become pure, or die." He looked at the others. "Well then? What is your choice: Death or Purification?"
All of them readied themselves for the battle that would surely commence.
Kon sighed. "Very well, dead ones, I will make it swift." At his last word, he snapped at Cyrano, who only escaped being eaten by rearing back on his hind legs. And as an added measure, brought his hooves down on Kon's snout. The black dragon reared and roared, then glared at his adversaries.