Thoran knew little of Malefor's powers, but he did know that the dragon had sworn to destroy the world, and Thoran couldn't allow that.
How to kill a god? An interesting new question for the psychopathic guardian dragon. Thoran didn't agree, he found fascination in death and there was only one dragon here left to kill. A fascinating prison they have chosen for us, wouldn't you agree?" What do they stop? Using dark crystals to absorb all mana would appear to be more effective. "The Sigils, powerful anti-magic, but useless it would seem. It was pleasant, but raw from lack of use, not unlike Thoran's own voice. The purple dragon spoke again, in a rich, deep voice. Malefor didn't seem to care the thought of fighting against the lightning dragon had barely even crossed his mind. Thoran came closer warily positioning himself on the other dragon's left hindquarter, where he would have the advantage against a surprise melee attack. Malefor waited a moment for the lightning dragon to respond, but when he didn't the purple dragon turned back to the scroll he had unrolled and carefully dipped his claw in ink to write on it.
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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