The beast roared as he was forced back to the Soul Conduit he was imbued to. terrible pain overwhelmed him, nothing like the one cruised through his mind and body only a second ago. No. That blows pain was insignificant compared to the torment he had to go through. The emerald swirling channel that ended in his own soul grew even more tighter. The escape was impossible.
But he didn't wanted to escape. Despite the lacerating burning the Conduit provided, he had no intention of breaking the spell that pulled him even closer to inevitable pain. A flash, the strikingly familiar pale green light began to shine at the end of the channel. Without noticing the unbearable pain, he broke off in a laughter.

The once proud creature lay on the floor. His skeleton, as a reminder of the beasts former glory shined in the sparks of the hideous play of the unholy magic that has been used here recently. Recently. Before thou-sands of years. The figure who stood in the gigantic sphere like cave was indeed interested. Did her ancient spell work as planned? Did it bought the awaited results. Soon she would find it out.

The glow lessened and the remains of the winged terror began to move: the flesh, shaking and changing like a sculpure made out of clay, was molting, taking on a more lifelike visage. The gigantic mouth what included hundreds of razor sharp fangs capable of sewing anythings or anyones flesh and bone opened in agony, as the whole body twisted and rearran-ged, taking on a more humane form. Humane? A beast what was almost hundred feet long, and fifty feet tall, owning massive wings and a chest that slowly morphed into a golden bed of a would-be heart, burning with a
fire what is unextinguishable. The creatures eyes opened revealing a firestorm within it's weighting sight.

-I thrusted in our kind care of my legacy thousands and thousands of years ago, and even through all theese decades, your servitude is unbroken, such as your faith in my goal. I commend you, Rung' Mah. From all of the Ai' Mah you've grown the closest to my once beating heart.

The figure stepped out of the shadows, and revealed herself. She was a pale skinned woman of no small power, her long and thick black hair was held by a bracelet ornamented with jewels, that glew in the richest colors of known sight, her face known to only one man, has been hidden behind a long, decorated scarf that rested on her shoulders gently. her body was covered by a robe of emerald and blood red colors, surrounding him with care. She silently bowed before her mighty ruler, and only the tiny little bells that hanged from her carfs end made a sound, echoing through the darkness that has hidden them from the eyes of mere mortals.

-Stand and come here, you must do your duty!

She stood up, and walked with a haste toward the great dragon that streched maliciously before him. Glowing in a rust-red glow, the beast revealed his chest to the sorceress. In the middle of the golden armour that surrounded and expanded over his body, was a bleeding hole, that emitted a stech of death and a corpse-like essence. She slid her fingers around the hole and suddenly punched both of her palms into that cave of death. Both of them yelled with pain and suprise. The beast, suprised by the profession and the enthusiasm what the sorceress showed towards him, and the spelbinder, who realized what kind of damage the enemy has dealt into this creature that she called master. Shaking by the power that cruised through his veins, the sorceress decided to let go of the gaping wound, and backed away, shaken, but laughing. She soon began to speak:

-There is no harm in this defeat master, even now, you are capable of stre-ching your will across your army. But be warned, your invincible army has to fight it's greatest challenge. Are you ready for the trials that may come?
-Farmore than ready. While this body still suits my powers, it is unusable in combat. Very well, go forth, and call your feuding generals into battle, Onaga has not been beaten yet!
-As you wish. Mark my words, your highest sorceress of the darkened arts will not let you down. I swear on the cold, bloody mark that has been car-ved into my ruler, that his wrath will be swift and final!
-Good. I can sense that you will be an indeed usefull addition in my upco-ming return. And as for the thief who robbed my heart, he shall find out that owning the heart of me, is a debt that will be repayed!

....

After hours of striding through the dimensional waves, it appeared here. A sandal struck into the charred remains of the buried, leaving a cloud of dust, lowering after it became still. It waited, examined carefully everything around him, and with it's blind eyes, he found out that his current journey, or pursuit, was futile. His target, who was dragged away from final termina-tion by an unknown force, was gone, but not untraceable. Only it had to do was to wait, and in time his prey would resurface.

A shredding sound awoke it from it's thoughts. The wall of the cave collap-sed, revealing a part of the Outworld, covered in it's ever-present dim fog of death,and forgotten glory. Within the hills far to the west, between enor-mous mountains, a green pillar of energy began to sizzle with thunders, and became unstable, being sucked down into the earth by an unknown force. When finally dissipating, a shockwave of wind swept through the nearby forests, leaving a silent, cold and evil presence over the world.

Somewhere, someone opened his eyes with a deep green glow of tor-
ments devoured thousands of years ago.