The prince muttered a curse and sighed, whipping the reins of his mount to coax more speed as the expedition neared one of the posts on the outskirts of their home territory. "A terrible foe..." His brow furrowed in thought for a few strides of the horse before he gave another look over his shoulder, as if the enemy dragon was on their heels, "Controls shadows and breath can't be stopped... We'll need to get the drop on him for [b]anything[/b] to be effective. And, assuming we can pull [b]that[/b] off, we'd have to have something that will shut him down immediately... Permanently. Can you replicate your mother's seal?"