Then there are a couple moments in the POV of Angelus… when the DEMONIC DRAGON appears and starts laughing triumphantly when it appears there are a ton of Red-Eyes below them. Even if the old Holy Capital had been destroyed, the disease that permeated from there still exists, spreading from human to human. And this is where the DEMONIC DRAGON says that if they feed on this disease, they can obtain great power… this was the moment they had been waiting for all along. After that many of the dragons started losing their reason, giving completely into madness. They went from town to town, village to village, gobbling up every last human they could find—Red-Eye or not.
Then Caim, while riding on Angelus’ back, is attacked and killed by another dragon. Angelus sees Caim falling and tries desperately to catch him, reaching out a hand to grab him—?? A hand? Oh well, he tries and is ultimately unable to save Caim. With the wind blowing his hair all about, Angelus looks for the dragon that killed Caim and still has his blood on its fangs and claws. He quickly dispatches the insane dragon…but it isn’t enough. He attacks and kills a bunch of other dragons and yet it is not enough. His shrill screams slowly blend into laughter…
Next we see the events unfolding from Seere’s perspective. He sees the RED DRAGON transform into a humanoid form…but with wings! And he quickly remembers about the stories his mother had told him as a child about the Angels. The rest of the dragons, just like Angelus, also transform into their corresponding Angelic forms.
In the end, the majority of the dragons go insane when they are reduced to humanoid Angelic forms, and they devour every last human left on the planet. By devouring them, the dragons give birth to their new dragon spawn, increasing their numbers twice over, four times over, eight times over, sixteen times over…
Next the dragons devour the animals and even the trees in the forests. But they don’t stop there. They devour the fog in the forests, the hard, rocky mountains, the grubby mud, the water from the oceans, everything. Eventually, the humanoid dragons again alter their forms and appear to be nothing more than writhing guts upon the ground.
In the next moments, the dragons, now only balls of flesh and guts, begin to grow massively huge, the size of mountains. The nondescript gigantic forms then begin to resemble babies, singing intelligible songs. The babies cry as they use their fingers to cut the world apart; black, noxious gas spews from their mouths to rise up into the sky and blot out the sun.
Once everything has been destroyed, devoured by the gigantic babies, they open their mouths wide as though consuming the very planet was not enough, they begin to devour each other.
Angelus, in his new humanoid Angelic form, watches the destruction from a viewing point high above. He ultimately knows the conclusion to this story. Once the babies have destroyed everything, they will turn in upon themselves until everything is gone. Angelus watched as the dragons changed forms multiple times, from humanoids, to babies, and they continue to change. Now, the remaining babies gather together and form something that resembles giant eggs. These will be used to begin anew, a time before this world ever existed. With the utter annihilation of the human race, the curtains in this play were finally closed.
Angelus finds the remains of Caim and notes how little he feels. Neither sadness, nor anger. Nothing. It appears that he did not die well, but rather he was still holding on tightly to his sword in his left hand. He must have been fighting something until the bitter end.
“You did well,” Angelus says, taking the last remaining proof of Caim’s defiant life–his sword, still streaked with dragon blood.
As the wind begins to blow, Angelus gathers his long, red hair together in his left hand.
“Perhaps now I can tell you my name.”
He takes Caim’s sword in his right hand and cuts his own hair with it, the strands of hair gracefully floating down to cover the mutilated corpse. More than half of it had been eaten by the dragons. And as the rest of Angelus’ hair fluttered down to cover the rest of the corpse, it began to shine brilliantly golden like glittering scales. Soon, the golden strands of hair ignited a holy fire to return the fallen soldier back to the earth.
