When he heard Aya's report on the nature of the binding chains, the slow breaths of the dragon began to make his sides quiver ever so slightly with a rage just barely suppressed enough to keep himself still. The effort he had to apply to do so prevented him from speaking his mind about the situation; this was quite fortunate, as it were. The amount of anger that was perceptible to Aya would have been enough to make a small house burst into flame, without even considering what was still burning within his heart.<br/><br/>When Aya cast her own spell, the curse on the chain seemed to visibly resist. A glow of sickly yellows, greens and browns enveloped and twisted the chain as it writhed in protest, until it snapped itself straight for naught but a second, before collapsing into a dust with the texture of a coarse salt. The ring remained in the dragon's hide, though for but a moment. It glowed white-hot for one second before disappearing completely, leaving a white burn over the dragon's otherwise black scales that ended where the ring had pierced the skin. The openings were burned shut, leaving two very irritated sores, though the dragon was otherwise unharmed.<br/><br/>Aya could not necessarily say the same thing for herself, however. As soon as the mark was burned and the chain disappeared, the dragon straightened and loosed a roar that rattled the walls, making them shudder from the shock of such devastating vibrations. Her ears began to bleed, the poor things unable to take such a vicious beating, and though she was not quite rendered deaf, it would be very hard to hear more than a ring for some time. Standing on all fours, the dragon's entire body rippled furiously with his unleashed fury. The abhorrence of his surroundings flew from him violently as he began to smash his head, feet and shoulders into the walls.<br/><br/>With each impact, a bit of the wall seemed to fall away like it was some kind of supernatural paint, crumbling into dust. Soon, with a blow to the ceiling, the rest of what seemed to be quite an impressive illusion dispersed, and the dragon suddenly found himself in a space far more cramped than his prison. He had to curl himself and bring all of his lean, sinewy frame together in order to fit and still be able to crawl. Aya would find herself standing in the same room, longer than it was wide, just in front of the dragon. Had she been any more than five feet back, she would have been crushed under one of his claws. A quick glance from Aya would tell her that, for one, there were only two doors in the room, and two, that Mirnea was in view at one end of the place, opposite of where the elf was. The dragon leaned forward a bit, the weary, bloodied spellcaster having caught his interest, but just out of reach without mashing Aya into the floor. "<span style="color: olive">Hrmmm...</span>" he said about as softly as a dragon could, "<span style="color: olive">she seems to be quite tender. Perhaps you would move aside, so as to let me have a snack? As you've quite plainly seen, I have been without a decent meal for a long time.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: brown">No.</span>"<br/><br/>The demon answered Inyrra with a sharp bark, looking in her direction with fiery eyes. He made a sinister, unsettling grin almost immediately afterwards. "For your information, I have a method you may wish for ascending to the floors above," he said, his voice becoming far too disturbing and crafty to ignore. "<span style="color: brown">Far quicker than whatever you may plan to do, not to mention that you will still retain what precious magic in your reserves you may hold.</span>" Though only a fool or a being who had such great power that the demon wold be intimidated into service would trust a fiend's words, the idea was made out to be quite tempting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>