As John was awakening from his slumber, for a brief moment he forgot what predicament he was in. Unsure if his eyes were even opened, he was snapped back to reality with a scream. "John!" Doren yelled in hopes of his partner awakes. "How long was I out?" John muttered. "Hard to say." Doren responded. John withdrew Doren's black sword from his soul, preparing for any chance of defending himself. With a new found source of adrenaline pulsing through his body, John couldn't feel his injuries. Focusing straight ahead, he submitted himself to his reflexes alone. "I commend the fighting spirit, but let's not make the situation worse." Doren stated breaking John's focus. "If we were to even injure one of them, we can't guarantee that the others won't be alerted and go on the offensive." Doren explained. "I can't give up so easily, Doren." John replied. "I'm not telling you to give up, just survey what's going on. Information is the only weapon we need right now." Doren calmly responded. John hesitantly released the sword back into their souls. Unknown with how much time has passed, nor how long Ampol needed to recover. All John could do is sit in the darkness. Movement could always be heard but any origin to the sounds was lost.
After what felt like years, John's constant alertness was taking it toll. With no new information being gathered, he used the wall as a support and began lifting himself. "What are you doing John!?" Doren questioned concerningly. "I can't just sit here and wait for my death anymore." John retorted coldly. "It's not just them we have to worry about with you moving around." Doren stated. "There's a time and a place for strategy Doren. That time has passed. Nothing is changing, so I'm taking the advantage of maybe finding an exit and sneaking out. You can stragetize on a way to deal with them all once we get out." John coldly spat as he shut his consciousness off. Relying on pure instinct and reflexing, he began hobbling alongside the cave wall. Wondering through pure darkness, he could hear the movement getting further away. The only sign of navigation that was available was the one thing he was trying to get away from. Stopping himself in his tracks was the pain emitted from his leg. Enduring as much as he could to get as far away as he could, he finally collapsed. With him falling unconscious, his internal barrier was also broke.
As he was regaining consciousness, he noticed that the surface he was laying on wasn't hard like the stone of the cavern. It was different. It was hard but softer. It was warm. Confusion was the first emotion that struck him. "GET UP!" was the only thing that entered John's mind after the confusion. He began flailing his body, attempting to throw himself off this newfound bed. THUD. John fell to the familiar feelings of the stone floor of the cave. "Not so fast, little one." Was all John heard. Unable to identify the source of the voice, John pulled out Doren's blade, ready to die fighting. "Oh. Look at the fangs this little one has." The voice echoed through the cave. "Who are you?!" John yelled hoarsely. Very apparent that he was in need of water. "Questions are usually asked before fangs are shown. It was made clear to us to not harm you, however if you don't put your fangs away we will have add a bruise to your head." The voice bluntly stated. "I may not be strong enough to kill you, but I will bury this sword deep enough for you to always remember me." John retorted smugly. Instantly, John felt his body falling to the floor. Just as he was expecting to feel the pain of the impact, all that's left was darkness. Throbbing pain running rampart in John's head was how he awoke this time. Instinctively he went to raise his hand to his head. Trying to find the source of the pain. Much to his surprise, his hands were bound. "You're finally awake little one." The unknown voice calmly stated. Snapping John out of his daze. "You have many questions, which will be answered but for now rest." The voice followed up with. That's when realization struck, he was laying on the back of a leviathan. It was big enough to fit his whole body with a little room to spare. He could feel the scale's smoothness under him. The warmth from their body, and the motion of slithering. Hands bound, leg injured and unarmed, the only option left for John was to endure. "Can I at least know what your plans are for me? Obviously you don't want me dead, what's in store for me?" John questioned. "Listening and obeying isn't your strong suit little one, I will tell you this. Keeping you alive is just an order for now." The beast replied. "I'm guessing we're on our way to meet the one that gives the orders." John poked. Silence followed. The eerily silence continued no matter how long John questioned, prodding for information to no avail.
After what felt like days of riding, no information was given. It was silent, except for the familiar sound of movement. "We're here little one." The voice breaking through the silence quietly. "Where's here?" John retorted. "Soon enough little one." The voice responded. Light began flooding the cave as what could only be described as a giant underground vault door opened. Temporarily blinding John, he rolled his head to the side. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the new light and what could be seen only struck horror into John. The room was massively open, looking like tunnels lead everywhere from the room. What really shook John was the jet black scales that glistened in the light. The scales were not those of a leviathan, it was that of a dragon. Jet black scales covered it body, with sapphire blue eyes. Large enough to eat the leviathan John rode on. With no warning and the dragon fast approaching, John was bucked from his position and landing on the floor back first. The leviathan quickly slithered around John, loosely wrapping around him. "Oh ancient one, I've brought the little one." The leviathan stated as she lowered its head towards the ground. John began crawling his way to his feet, as he got to his knees, he was stopped. The leviathan's tail preventing from moving. As soon as the dragon got to its feet, all the tunnels grew eyes to watch. "It has been a long time since I've seen a human." The dragons voice pierced into John's brain. "Speak human." The dragon commanded. John couldn't form a single word. Mentally nor physically. Finally John mustered one word. "Majestic."