Alone but unafraid, Gozon faced the dragon and another cult under its control. He was convinced that as long as he held the Scalebutcher, victory would be assured. The keen edge of the blade rent steel and bone with each swing as blood spray and battle cries mingled in the air. Though momentarily losing himself in the chaos, Gozon caught a glimpse of the dragon beyond the foes that surrounded him and glared intently. His final battle would soon come to an end.