Devaguea didn't take long, knowing the flames were hurting his two allies, but he needed to say something. So as one forelimb pulled out the third and final mask, the dragon's other one reached into the flames, pulling the Lantern King in and slamming his forehead against the dragons. "I warned you these lands were under my aegis, and there was little I would not do to protect them. Begone, Foul Omen of Mischance and Misfortune, and darken these lands with your flames never more."<br/><br/>And with that, he slammed the last mask into the face, his scales a vibrant shifting riot of gold and red. And in the back of his mind, he really, REALLY hoped this would fully work, cause otherwise the demigod was going to be extremely pissed. Once he got over the pain that is.