The six dragons began fling rapidly towards Warfang. The smoke clouds were a sure sign that Warfang wasn't in great condition since they had left. They landed in the main square and looked around for any signs of life. When the town looked desolate, a figure approached them, it was Primith "Thank the ancestors you're all back and I see you brought back Spyro and Cynder." Spyro and Cynder nodded. Flame stepped forward "What happened, where are the elders, where is everybody else?" Primith looked down in disappointment.
"They ambushed us. We barely had enough power to hold them back. We eventually lost control of the city. Ignitus went to the White Isles to aid us from there. The other guardians are assisting the villagers into the underground catacombs. I've been making sure everybody is underground or alive." Meceron immediately thought of Ashmore, was her family safe? Is she even…
"I figured I find you around here." A voice from behind them laughed, it was Kelmore. "Oh and look, more dragons for me to kill." a wicked grin spread across his face. Spyro growled at Kelmore "So you're the dark master's son." Kelmore nodded. The seven dragons took a fighting stance "I'd like to see you take on all of us at once." Kelmore faked a desperate look "Oh dear, seven on one. What to do, what to do…just kidding I can do this." laughing, he raised his hand and a purple smog came from his palm. The smog enveloped around them and they fell to the ground. One by one the seven fell unconscious. Meceron was the last to hear Kelmore's words "I call it, evening the playing." he said with a chuckle.
