Final Chapter
Cynder and Ciezan climbed out of the tomb, two bodies laying across their backs. They traveled to Warfang, where their friends awaited their return.
A funeral was held that day for the two, nobody thought it was odd that they were the only casualties in a war with so much destruction. Some otherworldly power possibly?
It was up to everyone to rebuild the city, and they got to work as fast as possible. The thrask that could bend gravity proved invaluable at moving large structures. The oldest guardians worked on the main districts of Warfang, and the rest were tasked with the templeary. Ciezan however, had to leave. Vesh and Takkye were still at the monastery, surrounded by odd characters.
Cynder and Flame decided to fix the fire guardian chambers.
"I'm gonna burn the sheets. Maybe the bed too". Said Flame as Cynder cleared the small rubble from the bed.
She rolled her eyes. "It is yours after all. Do what you want". As she stood on top of it, a side of the bed fractured and collapsed. Se landed on her back, starring up at Flame.
"You good"?
"Yeah". She said as she held the back of her head and rose to her feet. Cynder looked over the bed, now slanted. She narrowed her eyes when she noticed something sticking out of a pillow. As the dragoness removed it, she noticed it was a piece of paper, one word written on it in faded ink. "Lust".
Meaning Spoiler! If you want to figure it out yourself don't read this!
So basically this chapter is not meant to say Spyro and Cynder only did what they did because of Ash. Remember that the word magic only reinforces what's already there. It's the final push toward the act that was necessary. Spyro and Cynder are too loyal to want to hurt a friend like that, but Ash doesn't care. Final push, that's all.