In the ashes of ruins of a village stood two figures, both dressed in black one male one female
"It was you wasn't it?" Nirestra asked the figure, he merely chuckled
"Yes, it was I Drake, Skiadrum never deserved such a title, he was weak" the man said
"You never understood what powers it contained, Skiadrum did, you, you did something that only grants death" Nirestra said
"Well, it did come in handy" Drake said as great black dragon wings appeared behind his back with bright crimson markings
"Now I have the power not to only destroy you, but Skiadrum's little brat as well" Drake said