<span style="color: #FDC96D">Sygrin was forced back into his tiny cage, he couldn't even try to escape now. A part of him wanted to breakdown and give in to the hopelessness. But he had to be strong, for the succubus, if he was to ease her pain with his bond then he had to be strong. And for as long as he was needed, he would continue to be strong. Sygrin was a fighter, for as long as he had a purpose he would not give up fighting. But then his senses began to dull as his heart started to throb. Emotion flowed through him as he felt Trinity’s pain, her sorrow. His fists clenched and it hurt him deeply to feel these things from her. It was worse pain than any torture to be stuck, helpless to defend her. Every bit of pain, every tear she shed pierced through him. He trembled with rage, but could do nothing. He strained uselessly against his Silverion cage, a growl growing in his chest. He slammed his weight against it as best he could while being cramped. ‘I have to do something!’ he thought angrily. The bond made it hurt his heart so deeply. It pained him so deeply his father felt it through their bond thousands of miles away.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #C3BA94">Greymor was with a small troop called the Drakewolves who were camping at the entrance to a cave. They were visiting a friend of theirs to ask for advice, but their host was currently sleeping, so they waited. Greymor was laughing heartily with his comrades when he first felt something. He furrowed his brow, he knew something was wrong, but not what, only that Sygrin was feeling a good deal of sadness to reach him so far up this mountain. Sygrin was his favorite son, his only living child of his deceased true love. They’re bond was close and Greymor cared deeply for his son. His first feelings of something being wrong was as Trinity was being taken from Sygrin. Then he felt more and fear gripped his heart, what was so wrong to have this strong a feeling?<br/><br/><br/>Every Drakewolf Wolvian there felt it from their bond with his father. They all solemnly put their hands on Greymor lending him their strength. He in turn tried to channel it to his son, it was a long distance but they tried their best to help Sygrin be strong. It did help a little, kept him from feeling alone. It also had an unexpected effect, the air around him became hot and steam rose from his body. The magic dreadwolves have stirred slightly in himself. But most importantly with all of them strengthening the connection he was able to give off the feeling he needed them to come to him. Greymor felt this, the responsibility of a father filled him. He called out to something behind him. “Nameena, come, I need you.” Then a large red and orange bird flew onto his armored shoulder pad. He turned his head slightly to it. “Go, tell our best trackers to find Sygrin, fly as fast as your wings will take you. Have them go in force, we know not what they will come across. But go with them in case they will need reinforcements, if I must I will show them the full rage of our Dreadwolves!” The bird then flew out of the cave and lit a flame giving itself a boost forward. It was soon out of sight and Greymor prayed that Sygrin would last till their forces find him.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FDC96D">Then Sygrin felt Trinity's wing begin to be cut off. She cried out in rage and pain, it hurt him. But then he heard her voice, saying his name, over and over again. More rage filled his heart than ever before.</span><span style="color: #C3BA94">He hurt so deeply that his father suddenly gripped his heart from the incredible ache. The battle hardened Dreadwolf closed his eyes and a tear escaped down his furry cheek. He needed to help his son, he was desperate so he called out to his sleeping friend in their cave. “REMA’KANA!!! Please! My son is in turmoil! He fought for your children! He needs help now and I cannot give it myself! Help him I beg you!” There was then a rumble from deep in the cave. Then a booming feminine but also a deep overpowering voice spoke out. “SYGRIN PROTECTED MY EGGS WITH THE FIRE OF HIS HEART! SO THROUGH YOU I GIVE HIM THE FIRE FROM MY HEART! MAY IT BURN ALL HIS ENEMIES TO ASH!!!” Then the cave shook and a loud growl mixed with a roar of fire burst from one of the tunnels in the cave. Flame filled the cavern and flowed all around the Dreadwolves.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FDC96D">Suddenly Sygrin’s rage could no longer be contained, a massive burst of white flame came from his body. It filled the whole cell and it turned all the bars around him red hot. He then burst out with all his might, breaking the Silverion cage. Burning metal pieces exploded everywhere. He was now in a blind rage with one thing on the mind, find and save Trinity and make her enemies suffer. He slammed his body against the cell gate and it flew off its hinges, a magical alarm started to wail. Sygrin then howled louder than the alarm and a jet of flame burst from his snout, striking the ceiling. The sound of the blazing fire mixed perfectly with the howl in such a way that it sounded surreal and unnatural. <br/><br/><br/>Most of his surroundings were stone, but did have some wood planks in between them, which were now aflame. After a moment another howl was heard, it came from another prisoner in one of these cells. It was then followed by others, soon the whole area rang with the sound of howling Wolvians. To Trinity and their captors it sounded like Wolves were celebrating over a raging fire. Suddenly Wolvians and slavers came from all directions towards Sygrin. Being in a full rage, he was ready to fight until no one could get past the bodies in the halls to come at him.<br/> <br/>The mindless didn’t care about the flaming surroundings and came straight at him. Mindless ones were strong, but reckless, they had no sense of tactics or fighting style. Sygrin did, he was a master at close combat fighting. Even while raging it was muscle memory to him. Block overhead strike, swipe at sensitive belly, while recovering go for another attack. In this case he bit at his opponent's neck and tore a chunk of flesh off it. The mindless fell to the floor with the same glassy expression while his blood spilled on the floor. He still might live with Wolvian recovery, but either way he was out of the fight for now. More came and he was a flurry of destruction, any blows he took had little effect and would be healed soon enough. His rage couldn’t be stopped, but this made him more focused on fighting than tactics or a plan to save Trinity.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">Meanwhile in the chamber where Trinity and the scarred man were, one of the two mindless Wolvians guarding the entrance was a daughter of Trinity’s, and a high generation. She could feel something was wrong, but didn’t have the intellect to understand that her mother was in deep pain and agony. Even trying to grasp anything that was going on hurt her head. Hearing the howling and fire, the scarred man dropped the chainsaw and ran out one of the doors leading out of the dungeon. Leaving Trinity hung up with the two Wolvians. Still confused, all the mindless Wolvian could think of to do was to repeat what Trinity was saying, because it seemed to have some sort of importance to it. “S-syygrrr-rriiinnn.” </span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">Her brother who had stood diligently next to her became confused. He wasn’t Trinity’s son, he didn’t feel what his sister did. But if she said this word, then maybe he should to. After all, one mindless one was all just part of the whole. “S-syygrrr-rriiinnn.” The name lingered in the air a moment. Then down the hall another Mindless One said it, and it continued to spread across the dungeon. “S-syygrrr-rriiinnn.” Every mindless nearby wanted to say this word, it was an important word. They just didn’t know why it was, they didn’t need to. They acted blindlessly without hesitation whatever others put them up to doing and those that weren’t there for the order followed their fellow Mindless Ones. In this case a single Mindless One acting oddly caused them all to.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FDC96D">Sygrin hesitated once he heard his name come from down the corridor. It made him pause in his rage, made him think of what he was doing. Sygrin was no raging barbarian wanting nothing but blood. He wanted to be a protector, to be someone who helped those he decided to care about. This thought process caused his rage to ebb enough to do something about saving Trinity. He couldn’t just continue to fight every enemy that came his way, he needed to get past them. Sygrin barred his teeth and the flame surrounding his body sparked up. He stretched out his arms and waved his hands over the cell bars beside him. Once they grew red hot, he stopped and then slammed his full 10 foot body weight against one of them, breaking them inward. The beast inside stirred, it was a high generation vampire. With leathery grey skin, large bat-like wings on it’s back, and the face of a giant vampire bat.<br/><br/><br/>He then tackled the cell parallel to it and a wolvian burst through only barely enough time for Sygrin to duck out of the way. He ran away from them, not turning around to see them attack the slavers that had been coming up to him. Now he was passing cells with monsters already trying to get out to join the fighting. All it took was him to heat up the bars as he ran by for them to bash themselves out. Soon the hall was full of more slavers coming to deal with the unleashed monsters.<br/><br/><br/>Sygrin himself just followed Trinity’s scent, he whispered under his breath “I’m coming.” Eventually he then came upon a large gated door, she lay right behind it. He tackled it with all his might, fire bursting over it as he did so. He was so close, he had to get through. </span><span style="color: #FFFFBF">The Wolvians on the other side became confused at hearing the loud bang, the shaking of the metal door. The female Wolvian looked to it’s mother, it wanted instruction. This glance alone was far beyond what Mindless Ones knew to do, they were not soldiers but more like constructs, being still until commanded otherwise.</span>