The dragon

"And why would I believe you? You're just a foreigner in this place and you say that you can help me? Why would you even help me kill them?" The dragon turned around to look at the man whose grin hadn't disappeared from his face.

"Just because I could do it, besides this world is already rotten to the core. Why would they discriminate against a powerful being like you? And why would you let them do this kind of thing to you when you are a dragon, the most powerful being in this world." Cygnus stretched out his hand to his side as he floated in the air.

A sinister force could be felt coming from the man. It was something that the dragon hadn't felt before. The desolate plain was already dark and yet because of the man's presence it felt even darker and more sinister.

"It's not that simple. There's more, am I correct?" The dragon was skeptical. Why would someone suddenly give him that offer?