He coughed, before shaking his head. "Recovering from that, and only the part about the masks. I learned to think even while being hacked apart and being put back together. The chalice was something I have been thinking about since the Blooms and the curse since he inflicted it on me. Put it together was while I was talking, trying to distract myself from the pain."<br/><br/>Devaguea was stalling, hoping the pain would subside more, but it was a futile effort.<br/><br/>Then they arrived back at the capital, and the rage and wrath returned, and he had to fight it to keep from losing himself to those and the pain. Raging wouldn't be productive now, or until he had the vitality of a true dragon. Since he was a mutant runt, rage was NEVER the proper answer for him.<br/><br/>The very first thing he did was look to see if Memorial Square was intact. If that was intact and still on the ground, focus would be easier. If the Lantern King had desecrated the memorial to the brave men and women that had given everything for their home... Well, he was going to make sure the Lantern King was TRULY dead, regardless of how long it took him.<br/><br/>And when he spotted the Wall of Fallen Heroes was in at least three pieces, the Owlbear Memorial was missing, and the Nameless Adventurer's Tomb had fallen over and cracked in half, all he could see was red. He curled into a ball and shuddered, his entire body turning deep red like a sunset, and it took him a minute to get his focus back enough to NOT mindlessly roar, rage, and rampage. Even as he got his control back and uncurled, his scales stayed fully red. "Right, Lantern King dies. NO EXCEPTIONS. Lets go, I have a godling to murder."