'It's because of you that Yurial, Phloria, Nana, Lark, and everyone who ever gave a crap about us died without knowing how much we cared for them.' As the Voidfeather Dragon spoke, the flames on his feathered wings changed color according to the cursed element they were channeling.
With each word, the Wyrm's voice turned into a deafening roar that forced Lith to cup his ears.
'Yet you are right.' The flames died out and his voice became as low as a whisper. 'My feelings for you haven't changed yet if there's anyone I despise more than the Void, if there's anyone I resent more than you, it's that accursed elf!'
The Voidfeather Dragon stared at M'Rael with rage and allowed himself to feel hatred. The same hatred that comprised every fiber of the Void and that now flowed inside the Dragon's ethereal veins, turning his red scales black.
