*somewhere else in the world*
My final form is nearing completion. But those pesky Control Agents could still make for trouble.
*thunder strikes nearby*
So they are going to Dragon Heights are they? *grins evily* Mispolm!
*appears* You called, Master?
Warp to Dragon Heights. Destroy the plant that produces Sol Herbs.
Destroy my own kind?
Yes pumpkin head! Or would you prefer I make a pie out of you?
No Master! I'm going! *warps out*
That should stop them from reviving the Orakian. My final form is almost complete... and soon, the entire world will be destroyed!
*evil thunder type noise*
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