Into the Castle

"What do you mean?" Nemmoxon glared at Cain with a sharp eye.

"Remember? You promised to serve me lifelong if you found that I tamed a red dragon." Cain smiled as he rested his hand on Zaleria's shoulder.

At that moment Nemmoxon realized the implication of what she said before. "You know, you're still young so you should've been careful with your words."

"What did you say?" Nemmoxon growled.

"Calm down, we have a common goal of killing him." Cain smiled.

"There is no difference between a red dragon and that Aboleth-Kraken." In Nemmoxon eyes, serving the lesser evil was just as bad as serving the greater evil.

"That's why you're young, reds respect power, and they aren't evil. As long as they follow a powerful person they can serve for good. The problem lay in their immense strength that makes them hard to beat so they become tyrants." Cain tried explaining it to her.