In the dungeons deep down the Black Lore palace in Nigrack.
“Quit struggling already. It has been months since you came here and you just don’t stop! Hand over those humans to us! Aren’t you supposed to be on our side?”
“Back off, you filth!” Tragon was in his Shadow form. His face partially covered with the torn up mud stained bandages above his lips. His red glowing bandage floated near the gate of the cell, where they locked him up with Miley’s parents.
“Every day is the same struggle. Even with your declining energy, there is now way we can attack you. You are the Shadow prince’s part. Why don’t you cooperate? You are nothing but a small part of his shadow. You have no existence or even a life of your own. Give up already, why go against the prince for some humans.” The soldier us
