Haro had not gained much when he was transformed. If other versions of him had been taken into the Fiend, he had refined them entirely. He was uncertain if spirits from artifacts were of any use to Fiends but only Divine Fiends ripped them away from their enemy's items.
Haro had been fortunate compared to his siblings. They had returned to storage if their True Lord or Divine Lord ascended beyond the world. He remembered it faintly and knew once he returned, he would be made to wait while his ring was reset for the next user.
His memories would still be there but he as a person would be gone. It is only when they died that the rings were kept. Death was failure and failures had to redeem themselves.
He had lost 3 masters but he did not consider himself a failure. He was blessed. All the dragons he had served had died saving their clans or the race as a whole. Lind, however, had been the strangest of them all.
