Blood Rage

"Were my words not clear enough?" Deep Meditation glanced at it, the golden Soul Flame continuing to burn. "If you can't make this promise, then just return to your homeland and find another dragon to heal you."

The Ancient Bloodrage Dragon, though upset, finally agreed. If it went back to its homeland… it would be more tormenting for the dragon than actually dying. The dragon was there to see Deep Meditation because it didn't want to be mocked by those dragons when it returned to its homeland.

"All right. You've become more and more treacherous after guarding the Dragon Death Valley, just like the old white dragon," the Ancient Bloodrage Dragon said in a low voice.

There was no other way. All of those that it knew that could heal its injury were in its homeland, except for Deep Meditation.