*between the armies of darkness and light, far away to be unnoticed by both high high above in the sky a rip opened up in the middle of the sky, it was a small rip no bigger then the size of a large man or door way and would have been almost impossible for anyone to even notice it if it werent for the energy given off by it. From this rip squezzed out what appeared to be a cacoon of almost transparent energy, once this object squezzed through the rip this rip closed itself as though it had never exsisted.

*The sides of this dark cacoon shaped object then opened, revealing that it was no cacon at all but instead wings of energy which had been wraped around the body. This person who was now just hovering in the sky was the last of the dark angels, or atleast the last one with any real power, Duragon just hovered in place as he felt round for the energies he was seeking. He coud feel the last of the light those who called themselves the exalted, he could feel thier armies and forces as well as they moved twoards the darkness.*

My my my, not even five minutes and already I will be prievleged to see a blood bath, I guess I showed up at a good time

*Duragon began to head to the darkness knowing it would be close to them the battle which would take place, and he did not wish to miss a second of the devistation that would insue*