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"Really, old man." The Dragon's eyes widened as a very malevolent entity entered the room. He turned his head slowly as he saw a short-haired man come into view. "You're a prideful Dragon, but utterly idiotic." Dynast shook his head as he walked up to the Dragon, slowly. "Look at you, Supreme Elder under Vrabazard... But we both know the truth, don't we? You have no power anymore."

"Lord Dynast." Sherra gasped as she saw her lord. "I... Didn't think you'd come here."

He waved her down and smirked at the Dragon, who was trembling. "Your spear there... Completely powerless, just like you, like this temple. Nothing but a dull echo of power that feels just like Ragradia's power after the barrier went up."

The old man started laughing and Dynast looked at him with idle curiosity. "Even with that barrier, all five lords, your master and the Dragon Slayer, the best you could do was barely kill Ragradia, leaving your lord frozen in ice forever."

Dynast shook his head. "Even with your boasts, your power is far weaker than what you had back in the day." He smirked at the old man as anger washed out from the older Dragon. "It's even worse for you, I have information that a mere human has gotten Vrabazard's attention."

"What?" The old Dragon's eyes widened and he wondered why no one had come to look in and see if he was alright.

"Oh, don't worry about your back-up." Dynast smirked at him. "A strong compulsion spell will keep anyone from interrupting us."

The Supreme Elder glared at Dynast. "Go ahead, kill me then."

"Kill you?" Dynast looked surprised at that suggestion. "Why should I kill someone who obviously deserves better?"

"What?"

Dynast slowly started walking around the Supreme Elder. "Think about it. Your god abandoned you, simply because you knew, you knew that the Ancient Dragons had a weapon that would tip the war in the favor of the gods. But they wouldn't turn it over to you." He shrugged while shaking his head. "You weren't in the wrong, they were. To hold back something so powerful. With it, you would have decimated our forces back then."

Dynast chuckled and flicked his wrist, causing the spear that the old man held to fly towards the Mazoku, who grabbed it with ease. "An impressive weapon, but no power anymore. Your power, that you so rightfully deserve, was stripped from you."

The Supreme Elder gasped as the golden spear started glowing with dark purple energy. "What?"

"I can give you the power that you lost..." Dynast looked at him coolly. "Return your tribe to their former glory."

"By turning us into Mazoku?" The old Dragon sneered and Dynast shook his head.

"Why would I do that?" Dynast asked the Dragon. "You're strong enough as you are, just lacking the power you need. And I have no need for more direct servants. No... By turning you into a Mazoku, it would weaken you." He casually ran his hand up and down the staff and the energy solidified over it. "However, were you to... Work for me, under my General's direction, you'll have access to all Black Magic spells that exist." A slow grin came to his face. "Including the Dragon Slave and the Ruby-Eye Blade."

"Why would I even bother to do that?"

Dynast shrugged at the Dragon. "Your youth could be returned to you, the power that your god took away from you, I would gladly grant you."

The Dragon glared at the Mazoku Lord. "You would grant me power? You make me sick."

"Fine, don't take my offer." Dynast spun the spear in his hand idly. "But remain the weakened "protectors" of this world. I guess doing anything to protect this world is just idle comments from you and your people anyway."

The old Dragon twitched as he looked at the Mazoku Lord. Everything he said was true. "...What... What would..." He closed his eyes, "forgive me, ancestors," he muttered to himself, "what would you have me do?"

Dynast raised an eyebrow. "Have you do...What?"

The Dragon knelt down, bowing his head. "What would you have your humble servant do to save this world?"

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