As Spyro heard those words, fear was swelling up inside of him. Only to turn to anger. Hate soon followed as he was striking an approaching tower. These feelings had turned his frame into a black, smoky mist. With bloodshot eyes, he looked back at his love. A single tear had fallen from her cheek. The darkening was a powerful force. But Cynder was not only crying from her love turning into a monster. She was also crying because she remembered. She remembered that she looked like that as she was striking her love when they were fighting, all those years ago.
He desperately clawed at the bodily mist that had engulfed his body with rage. "This only leads to suffering." Spyro thought to himself, seeing his friend and companion stream tears out of her.
"He saved me. But can I save him?" Cynder questioned how or if she can bring back the purple saviour she had come to love.
Spyro remembered the connection they shared. The love, passion, and hope they had. "All that will be for nothing if I continue down this path, leading the world only to destruction." After hearing these hopeful words, the darkness left him. Now it was Spyro who had the tear rolling down his cheek.
Cynder looked up with a smile and saw the dragon she had come to have loving feelings for.
That look quickly turned into fear and pain as Gual grasped her fragile neck. With laughter only a psychopath could emanate, he shouted "Let's see how many more tears are inside."
A shot of shadow breath was all it took to escape the cold, dead hands of Gaul.
As Spyro caught sight of the floating ball of mist fly away, Gual sought to strike him. Instinct gave Spyro the reflexes to move away. Countering his (Gaul´s) move with a fly-in-strike, Spyro pushed Gual off the wall into the gate entrance, which was breaking apart by the order he gave. They had a similar thought : ¨This is between you and me . . . ¨