In the now invisible black van, Verath wore a mask of worry. In the battle against Dynast, Dynast would most definitely use his weakness as general against him. He thought back to the nasty shock Dynast had given him before leaving on his first mission. Dynast had said most generals would have blacked out. He had been saved this indignity by the ryuuzoku blood that coursed through his veins. He sighed. He'd refrained from telling the others about this because he didn't want them to worry, but at the moment he was regretting his decision. If Dynast did use that power, he'd be almost useless as a fighter. Times like these made him wish he was as accomplished a masochist as some of the other Mazoku. On Wolfpup Island, Xelkitti and Xelfan12 were looking through the diagrams they'd drawn, sorting them into piles. One pile was diagrams that would work if they had to fight on a human level, one was if they attacked Dynast before Shabrinigdo channelled power to him, and one was for ones that didn't work. That was the smallest pile. Xelfan12 plucked the last diagram from the table, it was the one with the spell to summon the Lord of Nightmares. "Who do you think came up with this?" he asked, looking at the intricate inscriptions and notes that covered the piece of paper. "Someone with crappy handwriting," said Xelkitti, "THis stuff is barely legible." "I can read it," said Xelfan12, "See, it says the incantation over here, and here's the chaos words, and-" "You've been reading Verath's handwriting way too long," muttered Xelkitti, who couldn't make head or tails of the scribbling.