[ Aurican cannot even comprehend the mental image of chromatics and metallics working together, fighting a common foe. He tries to imagine his golden descendants flying alongside Crematia's grandchildren, dragon fire not aimed at each other but at a deadly foe of the void itself. ]
That is difficult to imagine, but I believe you.
So Takhisis is working her plots again. Had she been defeated this time?
[ It seems like an bad joke now, the way she keeps insisting on obtaining something that will never be hers. ]
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That is difficult to imagine, but I believe you.
So Takhisis is working her plots again. Had she been defeated this time?
[ It seems like an bad joke now, the way she keeps insisting on obtaining something that will never be hers. ]