Draiss grinned and collected the bounties, idly noting that demoting was the same as removing, though eliminating was probably not. Once he got the payment, he had the avatars return to the three primals that hadn't been tainted the power he had stolen upon their defeat, though they did keep a bit for later study. Nadriina would likely be beside herself at a chance to study remnants of a primal's power.<br/><br/>He popped out of the portal at the very edge of the volcanic island the red had made his home in, and idly admired the roughness of the newly created, in geological terms, island. He frowned after a moment, noting several areas that seemed even rougher than the surrounding ones. Almost is if a battle had taken place. He stared at them for a moment, idly noting his information on the red wrestler was several months old, but figured it was just a bunch of adventurers that had tried to kill him. And if they had succeeded, that would be annoying, but he could find another. He simply headed up to the volcano, noting as he explored the lair with his extended senses, that there were an unusual number of large openings to lava flows inside the lair, tunnels, caverns, even a couple tunnels that seemed to have been widened, but no dragon he could sense. After a few seconds, he suddenly understood. The flows allowed the red to get around his lair far faster than walking, and he could launch surprise attacks from them, grappling one enemy before dragging them down into the lava flow, and then retreating to wait for the next good opportunity. The real lair was likely deeper in the mountain, with no entrance other than a lava flow. An interesting problem, if he hadn't been a god, as he might have wandered for hours if not days before realizing the same thing.