[@Dealdric][hr]Ragnagedon was searching restlessly through the smoke-filled air as Dirka’s words fell on deaf ears. All words, except for a handful. Ragnagedon gave no sign of understanding her but he did. If the goddess of magic and devilry were joined then he truly stood no chance. He might be raging but he wasn’t suicidal. The unity of the gods always threatened his plans. Apparently, it still did. Soon thereafter he realized that the abomination his supposed sister had created was no longer around. The coward fled. He stopped and hovered amid the smoke to observe the aerial battlefield. The handful of dragons that had followed him were still suspended. Their rage and hatred burning brighter every time they saw Dirka pass them. The power Ragnagedon had given them was overflowing.

Dirka kept talking and balking. Ragnagedon saw it as the vain belief that she thought she could get through to him. The Fire God knew his supposed siblings well enough. They’ll lie to him. Use him as some hound to release upon the world. Only to chain him up again. Who would trust a mad divine? Ragnagedon continued to ignore her. Instead, he was clearly more concerning with his own dragons.

He flew passed each one slowly. Observing them. He could sense the utter hatred only growing as they were forced to seethe. Hatred for Dirka but also hatred for him. Their slit eyes tried to follow him towards every corner. Their might was expanding as his essence within them was growing. They were becoming more than just carriers of his fire. They became the flame itself. Which manifested itself in physical changes too. Their scales grew and sharpened. Spines pierced their skin and rose across the ridge of their backs. Wings grew even larger as a second set of talons grew over the back of their paws. Each gained new horns but these horns were pointing forward. Ready to skewer whatever was in their path. The fire within manifested in a bright, red glow piercing through their scaled hide.

But Dirka kept talking. She now stood on some platform with her hand out. She really didn’t get it. Ragnagedon had no interest in her deal. Still, it seemed like she expected some response. So he gave her one. In a swift move, he flew towards her. A beam of pure, blue fire came out of his opened jaws. A flame so powerful, so hot, so devastating with so much hatred poured into it that it could melt rock and evaporate flesh. That was his answer and he wouldn’t ponder on it much longer as he flew over her back towards Verzak. Leaving his new creations hanging in the air. He knew that if they were strong enough, they’d come back to Verzak to kill him. For now though, he had to forge other plans. The gods still seemed too united.