Standing in the presence of the purple dragon Thoran could almost believe it. According to legend Malefor was one of the spirits of the Ancestors, who all dragons worshipped. Malefor had an aura of pure power, Thoran could feel it, and he knew he was in the presence of a dragon with abilities akin to those of a god. Malefor was scary, but not in the same sense. The former lightning guardian had been expecting fire, brimstone and death. His eyes were no longer yellow and snakelike, but whirling, evolving ever changing violet storms. This Malefor was of indeterminate age, ageless he seemed both younger and older than Thoran was. Once the Dark Master had looked possessed, demonic, a bestial force. The Malefor that Thoran met in the fortress was several shades lighter, only slightly darker than Spyro himself was. The Malefor that Spyro and Cynder had together defeated at the world's ending was gone. Spyro and Cynder had been the only two dragons ever to see him and live, but neither one would have immediately recognised the same dragon three years later. Thoran looked for the first time at the ancient purple dragon. Thoran kicked open the final doors to the main antechamber of the fortress. He could sense the trap waiting for him but it didn't slow his step. There were no more guards, they were all gone, Thoran hadn't killed them all and there were no corpses.
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