His form as a Black Dragon was nowhere to be found; after long, agonizing pain, only a wretched, transformed version of himself remained. His home was already gone. He had witnessed the suffering of every living creature. Staggering to his feet, he dragged his heavy body toward his hideout. His transformed body was cold and hard. Despair and rage surged within him. His hands trembled. This body had seen the horrific deeds committed by the one called Deus Machina. He would leave this anger festering deep within his heart—all for the sake of that wretch's destruction.

Since then, the planet has settled, and he has adapted to this altered life. However, it still remains deep in his heart: the profound despair and rage from when the planet was covered in steel.