A/N

So, it has been a fucking while, i'm sorry for not updating but on the plus side i finished my 88 Nursing days for the current uni session so fuck yeah, havent done a lot of exam, so that's sad, but i've mapped out the direction the story should be going towards, so if nothing else happens i should be able to write a chapter a month instead of one every 6, here's hoping i can keep the pace.

Hope you guys have fun with this, imma drop the invite to the discord server me and other people have been using for our stories.

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Chapter 8

I stood still in shock during the travel back to Whiterun, I had not accounted on anyone other than myself changing the timeline, let alone something as massive as the theft of the Dragonstone, the whole reason for the Dragonborn to be brought into the greater conflict and to the fight with Mirmulnir.

'Shit, the fight with Mirmulnir, how the fuck am I supposed to kill the thing now.' I wondered, trying to think of any way that I could salvage the current situation.

Unfortunately, it seemed quite impossible for me to do right now, the only thing I could do was hope that he or she would come to Whiterun. In the meantime I'd have do what I do best.

Study, plan, and most of all, prepare.

After all, what can a man do but prepare for his battles, hoping it'll be enough.

'Hopefully I've prepared for this one better than I did for my last uni exam.' I thought with a snort, drawing a weird look from Delphine as she raised her hands from the journal she was writing on.

"What was so funny?" she asked, putting away the journal as the walls of Whiterun started to draw near.

"Nothing, just a funny thought is all. I just hope that Farengar will be more presentable when we see him than when he was before I left, I don't think I want to see his pasty white behind ever again." I said in a joking manner, making Delphine let out a short laugh, breaking the tension that had formed between us during the admittedly short travel as a result.

It took a little bit more for us to reach the city proper, but soon we arrived at the wooden gates of Dragonsreach, only to hear the shouting inside.

"Yet another guard post destroyed, more and more sightings of bandits along the roads! we have to do something brother, we have to pick a side. You know that our fiefdom can't survive on its own!"

"And what would you have me do brother, side with the people who have betrayed the ideals our kingdoms were forged on and spat on our history and our people? Or would you have me side with the man who spat on honour and strategy, and plunged Skyrim into the fires of civil war for the sake of his own glory?" Jarl Balgruuf said, stopping his tirade in its tracks once he saw us enter the hall, dismissing his brother with a nudge of his head as he sent Irileth towards us with a wave of his hands.

"Arthur, it's good to see you again, Farengar is inside his study. As for you," she said, pointing at delphine. "Farengar has vouched for you as a trusted colleague and as a source on dragon's lore, so for as long as you obey the laws of Whiterun, you shall be welcome here." she said, before leaving with but a nod of her head, heading towards the jarl.

"Come on, let's go." I said, signing for Delphine to follow me towards the study, greeting the various guards and servants that loitered in the halls and corridors of the keep, until we came before a slightly scorched door.

I didn't even have the time to knock on it before Farengar's voice echoed from behind the door. "Door's Open, no need to knock." he said, making me stop in disbelief. 'how did he… nevermind.' I thought, pushing on the wooden frame of the door, only to find Farengar's back to me as he worked over the alchemical station.

"You need to sharpen your senses apprentice, it'll look bad on me if you are unable to detect a simple alert ward." he says, putting down the mortar and pestle and turning towards us, looking a bit shocked at seeing Delphine behind me.

"How did you…"

"Well, well, well, the master admonishing the apprentice while he himself makes a mistake, the more things change the more they stay the same it seems." She says with a smirk, before launching herself towards Farengar, hugging the still bewildered man.

"I have missed you a lot, brother."

"Me too sister, me too." he says, awkwardly patting her on the back, looking towards me in plea as if hoping I would be able to drag him away from there.

In the meanwhile, I was just standing there, bewildered, trying to match my knowledge of the game characters' background with what I was seeing right now. 'At the very least it's nice to know that the forum had gotten that part of their relationship wrong… I hope.' I thought with a shudder as I waited for the two to separate, watching with an amused smile as Farengar tries, and fails, to reestablish the aura of dignity he had before. To which he fails miserably as Delphine fusses over him, behaving more like a mother with her child than anything else.

"So, you might be wondering why I brought you here." he said, coughing on his fist in an attempt to reign in the embarrassment, something that was doomed to fail from the start given the embarrassed blush he sported.

"The return of the dragon race I assume… I didn't think I would witness this during my lifetime." Delphine said, trailing off as she waved her hand back and forth before stopping as she let out a sigh.

"What a mess this is, first the Thalmor, then the civil war and now the dragons, it seems the world cannot get a break." I said with a snort, while the other two turned towards me for a moment before both gave an acknowledging nod.

"You are not wrong, especially since I seriously doubt we have a dragonborn at hand to deal with it." Delphine said before giving a tired sigh at Farengar's confused face. "Really brother? I am not a Nord and even I know about the dragonborn prophecy, maybe if you spent more time at the tavern instead of the whores, you'd know more about your homeland." she said with a snide remark, which led to the beginning of a shouting match between the two.

Really, if that was what they were like when they were together it was no wonder that the game did not explore the angle, given some of the words that went flying between the two, they would have had to up the rating just for the two of them.

After a few minutes of the back and forth, now full of annoyance and with little patience, I went in to interject between the two, to try and bring the situation under control.

"For the love of the gods, can you two get a grip? Delphine, just explain to me what a dragonborn is and why it is important, and Farengar, at least this once, try to control your temper, please." I said, almost shouting.

"I… yes, perhaps you are right Arthur. I did get a bit carried away, and for that I must apologise." Farengar said, shocking me once again as he swiftly calmed down.

'I didn't think he was even capable of that… I really must stop thinking the worst of others, one day it's going to bite me in my non-existent ass.' I thought, shaking my head for a second before quickly replying with a simple "It's fine", letting the discussion return to its original point.

"… very well" she said, throwing one last dirty look at Farengar before sitting down on one of the nearby chairs.

"When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world

When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped

When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles

When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls

When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding

The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn."

She said, stopping for a few moments after she had finished the short poem, waiting to see our reaction to it, deflating a bit once she saw the incomprehension written plainly on Farengar's face.

"That was the prophecy of the last dragonborn, an ancient poem that foretells the return of the dragonborn to Nirn, and to be honest for a while we thought that it had already come to pass, Tiber Septim's assassination had meant the death of the last dragonborn ruler, and with Dagon's attempt to subsume and 'eat' Nirn thwarted by Martin Septim, the last Dragonborn of the Septim line, we thought it had already been fulfilled, add in Skyrim's ruin due to the Oblivion Crysis and the pieces fall neatly in place…" she said, her eyes looking past them and into the wall, where a map of the province resided.

"And then… we got cocky, we let ourselves grow lax and with the death of the dragonborn emperors so did we start to die. It wasn't fast at first, just less recruits each year, then sickness and poisonings mopped up the rest. What use are the bodyguards of an emperor if there is no emperor to serve?" she said, muttering the last part out loud as she held the scratched coin Farengar sent her, thumbling over the ruined face of the emperor

"And then… the Thalmor happened." she hissed, spitting out the name as if it was a vile poison on her tongue.

"The fucking Knife-Eared bastards declared war out of nowhere, slaughtering the recruitment camps in Valenwood and Summerset, hunting the ones standing in Elsweyr almost to the last man . To add insult to injury, they besieged our sacred temples in the other provinces barely a day after the official declaration of war, in one week we went from more than a thousand strong to barely two dozen." she said, her eyes cloudy as her mind started to drift

"I was in Skyrim when it happened, finishing up my training as a prospective blade at one of the now broken temples in Falkreath, when the news came in that the war had started, and our order had fallen."

"We were scattered, told to hide and come back once the war had ended so that our order could be restored." At this she snorted before letting out a single, bitter, laugh, full of rancour and delusion.

"As you can see, that did not happen, the Blades fell, the temple got destroyed, and now I'm the only one left." She said, eyes downcast in remembrance before Farengar let out a sigh, and went to sit down beside her, saying with a sorry tone.

"I hate to break the moment, but you still haven't told us what a dragonborn is, apart from them being descendants of Tiber Septim." I said, trying to bring back the discussion to its original topic.

"Oh… I'm sorry, I got lost in the moment. If we go by the old legends a dragonborn is someone that either was granted or born with a fragment of the soul of Akatosh, or entered into a covenant with him and was granted the title."

"Alright, but why do we need them? Can we use them to communicate with Akatosh or something? Maybe ask him to deal with his wayward sons?" Farengar asked and before I could get a word in, Delphine answered.

"Dragons are immortal, they are children of Akatosh, each of them a shard of its godly soul given form, they do not properly die like you or I. We have legends of Dragons resurrecting each other through the use of the Voice and even one dragon can mean the awakening of an army a thousand strong. A Dragonborn stops that."

"They are a Dragon's true born predator, capable of devouring the spirit of the creature and preventing further resurrection, even taking their strength for their own."

"That is why we need one, we need to find it, arm it, and use it to kill that beast before it awakens the rest of his kind." She said, slamming her hands on the counter, in her eyes a fire was rekindled as the thought of bringing violence to the ancient enemies of her order brought some semblance of life back into her.

"Alright, but where are we going to find one?" I asked, pointing out the small flaw in her plan, the present lack of a dragonborn for one.

"It's an Elder Scroll Prophecy, the universe will provide, one way or another." interjected Farengar.

"In any case, for now there is little we can do, I doubt the dragon will show up again anytime soon, if the old manuscripts about their habits are true we should have at least a week of reprieve." She said, leaning over the table, her finger trailing over the edges of the Dragonstone on the desk.

"In the meanwhile, I and Farengar will analyse the Dragonstone, see if the burial sites are near any of the major or minor cities and prioritise the one closer to Whiterun, see if any of them have already been reawakened by the dragon."

"Then I shall leave you both to it, I will be at the Skyforge with Eorlund, to try and see if I can tinker something with him that will be of some use against the dragon." I said, nodding at the two of them and made my way towards the door, closing it behind me as the two started to argue again.

I gave a sigh and headed towards the library, hoping to find amidst the books something that would give me any idea on how to help. After all, the dragons will not kill themselves.

I had holed myself inside the library, hoping to find anything at all useful for dealing with the problem.

While in the game the dragonborn didn't have much of a problem while fighting Mirmulnir I had learned the hard way that relying on in-game info would end up either disappointing me or outright leading me to disaster.

So here I was, ploughing through mostly useless books trying to find anything that would let me kill a dragon and having little to no luck due to the semi-legendary nature of the topic.

'You'd think that the people with a dragon god in their pantheon and a dragon's skull adorning their doorway would have more belief in dragons, but instead, nothing.' I thought with a snort before placing down the last book on the pile, letting my head slam down on the table in defeat.

"Every book in the library, and nothing that talks about dragons that are not Numinex, or that has anything about the Tongue except small tidbits about the greybeard. This was a gigantic waste of time." I muttered with a sigh, my bony face still smushed against the desk.

'Alright Arthur, so what if there are no books on the matter, you've already seen what dragons are like in the game, have seen their patterns and attacks, what's their most annoying feature.' I thought, wishing once again to have a pen to chew, or even nails to bite.

'Well, their Fire breath is one for certain, anyone caught in the blast is going to get cooked, and that's only if it sticks to the fire breath, for all I know he could have all kinds of bullshit shouts.' I thought, grabbing a quill and jotting down 'Look at non physical shields.'

'What else… Well, they don't sit still for one fucking second, plus with no Engine limitation I'd assume they'd leverage their flight a lot more than they do in-game.' Another point jotted down.

"Their scales should be the last point, in game iron weapons were almost useless against Mirmulnir, with steel weapons being only marginally better than that."

"And… nothing else I believe…. Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought, how the fuck do you prepare against an enemy you know almost nothing of?" I thought to myself, putting down the quill and taking back my notes, pinching shut the light of the candle on my table before going away from the library, donning my mask once again and heading back to my private quarters, Farengar's Enchantment table might be in use right now, but my own certainly wasn't.

I closed the door behind me, making sure I would not be disturbed as any distraction in the enchantment ritual would be likely to blow me, and anyone inside the room, apart.

I lit up the magic furnace, starting the infusion process as I took a few silver rings out of my bandolier. The metal, while slightly worse than gold or ebony for magic conduction, was the better option for mass production than any other.

I split them in half, one going towards Fire Negation, the other towards Frost. While they wouldn't amount to much, only 10% at most, any protection would be better than nothing, plus it would be a good way to train my Enchanting skill.

-Multicalc enabled, leftover experience due to repetition saved, EXP awarded.

+1000EXP

LEVEL UP

Enchanting 25-27

Lv: 6

Exp: 502/2000

'Case in point.' I thought with a snort, placing down the last ring back in my pouch, picking up the best ones out of the pile and slipping them on my fingers.

My colourless sight picking up the odds and eddies of magic, rushing up my arms and covering my bones until they met, struggling for a few seconds before settling down, covering me in a protective field until the enchantment went down.

"Now, if only I'd be able to use more than one per hand before exploding, that would be nice." I muttered with a grin, before putting them away with the others.

I gave out a sigh, having no idea on what to do to help me with the current matter. 'I could go to Vilkas once again, being able to lay a bit more damage on the thing would certainly help.' I thought, grabbing the sword laying against the wall 'Here I go, getting my ass kicked once again'.

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Thingh

Thingh

Thingh

And on and on it went, as the chisel bit into the metal, curving and shaping runes and geometrical patterns onto its surface, each of them combining and overlapping with one another until they took an almost flower-like shape, if an angular one.

I gave another glance over the piece, putting it back in the forge until it was ready for the final quench.

I waited until the metal was a cheery yellow colour before bringing it out to quench it, looking at the metal for any warping, giving it a nod before I turned back towards Eorlund, letting him observe and judge my work.

"Well, I got to say, you are a very fast learner, even if you do tend to heap on more work than necessary." he says, tapping the engravings with a finger.

"You could have probably simply etched this thing out with acid, and it would have likely worked regardless. Still, it is a very nice piece and I can find no faults in it"

And with his words done, a bright blue window appeared before my face

HIDDEN QUEST COMPLETED

A Teacher's Satisfaction.

You managed to learn Blacksmithing through an actual apprenticeship instead of relying on the perks and made your teacher proud with your ability to learn.

Perk Granted:

[Making the most out of It] When Smithing or otherwise crafting something you are able to bring more out of the materials than you would normally be able to, decreases by 25% the amount needed to create something while still achieving the same result.

[Steel Mastery 2/2] You have learned to shape Iron and Steel to excellence, a sturdy foundation for your work to continue from but always remember there are far greater materials to work with beyond this. (The branching paths are now unlocked)

+1000EXP Level UP

Lv8-9

EXP 205/24800

Magika 140-150

I smiled at this, closing the windows with a lipless smile before turning my attention back to Eorlund, who was passing the Vambrace back to me, the runes lighting up slightly as a sliver of magic passed through them, before quieting down once more.

"Probably, but I liked the challenge and it made for a decent test, now didn't it?" I said, earning a snort out of Eorlund.

"That it did, that it did… Well, I really can't teach you anything more can I? You know how to work iron and steel decently, certainly better than when you started"

"Thanks" I said, with just a smidge of sarcasm, which sadly got picked up by Eorlund. "No matter your feelings about it, there is no changing the fact that your previous work was horrible, the only reason I took you under my wing was so I would never again see weapons of such poor quality among the companions." He said, before hitting me lightly on my back. "Now go boy, I've got to go back to the forge, Kodlak asked for a new Axe from me after his old one broke, and I need to be alone for this."

And so I bid goodbye to him once more, and walked away from the Skyforge and towards Jorrvaskr, hoping to get someone to agree on a spar with me.

When one of the guards hailed me, stopping me right before I could knock on the door of the hall.

"Halt Arthur, Farengar sent us to find you, he has something you need to see, your eyes only." he said, before gesturing at me to follow him, leading me towards Dragonsreach. We ignored the scuttling serfs as they cleaned the keep and headed straight towards the room that Farengar and Delphine were in, sprawled over a table with a small blue dagger-like crystal, arguing over it and only stopping as they heard the door open.

"Arthur, glad you could join us, please help me for a bit and tell her that this is a colossally stupid idea!" Farengar said, closing the door behind me with a flick of his wrist.

"Don't listen to him, my idea makes perfect sense, he's the crazy one here" she said back, fiddling with the map, tracing her finger over some burial sites.

"You want to fight a dragon head on Delphine, I'm pretty sure nothing about that makes sense." he said, turning towards me with a pained expression.

"And you want to trap it and stab it with a shiv made out of a soulstone, do you have any idea how colossally stupid that idea is?" she said back, adding gasoline to the fire that was their argument.

"Arthur, please, help me tell her how colossally stupid her plan is, she's going to get some poor man killed." he said, propting a scoff out of her.

"And your plan of somehow soul trapping the beast won't? Your thirst for knowledge is going to get someone killed, Brother."

"Allright, alright, back up for a second, what is actually going on, and what's that thing on the table?" I asked, pointing a finger at the dagger, the reason for the argument it seemed. A small thing carved out of Soulstone, inlaid with golden runes that seemed to shimmer and move as soon as one moved their eye.

"We were trying to work out some plan to fight the dragon after finishing working on that thing, I suggested to try and capture the dragon, to study it and finding out his weaknesses, Delphine instead wants to kill it outright."

"Farengar, for the last time, you are not going to be able to trap its soul, it's a child of an Aedra for crying out loud." She said, slamming her hand into the table to emphasise the point.

"But what about a sliver, think what i could do with a fragment of divinity Delphine." Farengar said, but he could tell from how she looked that it would be like arguing against a wall, and so he turned to me, hoping to find someone who'd agree with his view.

"Farengar… Teacher… I am sorry, but I need to disagree with you for this one, it is a pretty idiotic idea. Hells, we don't even know if a dragon soul can even be stolen." 'I mean… could they? Serana did take a fragment of the dragonborn soul in the game, but even then that was with the Dragonborn's consent.' I said, looking as the fervour in his eyes dimmed ever so slightly with my rejection.

"I.. Yes I suppose you are r-" He started to say, before the door was blown open and Irileth marched through, her face a mixture of fear and trepidation as she relayed her orders

"Farengar, Arthur, we have news from the western watchtower, there has been another dragon attack, the Jarl has called for a meeting and he requires your presence, the both of you."

We looked each other in the eye before giving her a nod, turning to Delphine to say our goodbyes before getting escorted towards the jarl's study by Irileth, entering with nary a glance from the guards outside the room.

What greeted us was the Jarl and his brother, speaking softly over a map of the region, drawing with a piece of charcoal over a few areas while a wreck of a guard stood seated on a couch to the side while a priest tended to her wounds.

"Thank you for bringing them here so promptly Irileth" he said with a nod before turning his attention to Farengar and me "Farengar, Arthur, there is no time to waste. Sasha, explain to us what you saw."

The guard looked up from where she rested, stopping the priestess from healing her as she shakily rose to her feet "Ye-yes my Jarl... We saw the monster coming from the south. It was fast... faster than anything I've ever seen, we didn't even have time to sound the alarm before the beast was upon us."

"What did it do? Was it attacking the watchtower?" Balgruuf asked once again for our sake,

She looked a bit off for a second, as if she didn't know how to explain what she saw. "No, my lord. It was circling overhead when I left. I never ran so fast in my life... I thought it would come after me for sure, I… I think it wanted me to get away."

We paused for a second, the room dead silent as we tried to digest what she had just said, "Good work Sasha. We'll take it from here. Head down to the barracks for some food and rest, you've earned it. Irileth, you'd better gather some guardsmen and get down there."

"I shall order my men to muster near the main gate." she responded, getting a nod in return from Balgruuf. "Good. Don't fail me."

And then he turned to me, his face stony and with a gaze "Help Irileth kill this dragon before it can attack Whiterun. There's no time to lose."

"I should come along. With my magical expertise I would be invaluable to the fight." Farengar said with a nod before turning and heading towards the door, stopping only as balgruuf spoke in hurry

"No. I can't afford to risk both of you. I need you here working on ways to defend the city against these dragons." He said with a grimace before turning towards me. "Arthur, I'm sorry but I need you to go with Irileth, I would prefer for there to be a competent mage with them in case the situation turns sour."

"One last thing, Irileth. This isn't a death or glory mission. I need to know what we're dealing with, try to avoid confrontations and not be afraid to retreat, having more information on the enemy will be crucial."

"Don't worry, my lord. I'm the very soul of caution." Irileth said with a smirk before giving us a nod and heading off towards the barracks to group up with her men.

"I'll go ask the companions if they are willing to give us a hand with our dragon problem, even if we want to avoid any confrontation, it never hurts to be prepared" I said with a nod, getting one back from the Jarl. "I agree, Preventus!"

"Yes my jarl?"

"Gather up the clan heads and ready up the citizens, standard siege procedures." Balgruuf said as I was leaving the room, heading down in a hurry towards Jorrvaskr to call once again upon the companions for aid.

I passed through the guards heading to the main gate, rushing towards the companion's meadhall to try and get their help.

The mead hall was silent, those few companions that were there were either drunk or suffering from a hangover, with only a few actually awake enough to think.

"What happened here?" I wondered, before an answer echoed from the lower levels.

"One of the whelps passed the initiation trials, we were just about done celebrating." Aela said, her head popping up slightly from behind the handrail heading down the lower level, her face looking almost as plastered as the rest of the guildmates but her eyes were still clear and wide alert.

"Arthur, what happened and why do you look ready to go to war?" she said, looking at the armour Iwas wearing and at the weapons strapped on my back.

"The Jarl asked for help, one of the dragons has been sighted near the watchtower and he wants people to go scout the area, Irileth has already assembled a squad to go with her, I was wondering if you might want to join in in the action, in case it turns south."

"I cannot speak for the others but count myself in, i'm always in search of new preys and a dragon will be a worthy prey for sure" she said with a nod, before stretching to pop her back and heading downstairs "Give me a second, I'll go call the others."

I waited a few minutes, helping the worst off companions with the few healing spells I knew before Kodlak, Skjoll and Farkas showed up.

"Where is Vilkas?" I asked, a bit confused by his absence.

"Got asked to go out as a bodyguard of some prissy noble, poor bastard is going to regret not being here." Farkas said with a grin full of fangs.

"Skjoll, I trust the companions to you, I'll stay here to help with the preparations for the siege." Kodlak said, patting Skjoll on the shoulder,the man replying with a simple nod before turning to me.

"So, where should we go then?"

"To the main Gate, Irileth is waiting for us."

"Then let us not waste time, lets go."

And so we went, passing the guards preparing the city for the siege, leading the citizens in while the companions passed around the weapons from the jarl's armoury to those willing to fight.

We grouped up with the main group, and with Irileth at the helm we set out for the Western Watchtower, reaching it in a bit less than a minute, only to find a field of burning grass and rubble in its place, the watchtower laying half broken and what little of it still standing was doing so seemingly in defiance of the laws of nature.

We slowed down our walk, our weapons tensed, ready for whatever we might meet, when one of the survivors of the attack ran over from the watchtower, armour half burned from the heat clinging to its body, small flames still licking his frame as he shouted "RUN, IT'S STILL HERE."

And just like that, a roar that was not a roar echoes in the sky, its voice carrying more meaning than mere words.

We looked upwards towards the sky and saw a shape started taking form from beyond the mountain, little more than a speck of white and blue against the grey sky

I HAVE HEARD THE CALL MY LIEGE, AND I SHALL ANSWER IT

The closer it came, the bigger it became, first a speck, then a bird, then a horse until finally it became almost as big as house

IN THE NAME OF ANCIENT ALLEGIANCE, I HAVE COME

He crashed into the tower, filling the rooftop with its weight as the guards on top where either thrown down or crushed under its mighty claws

I AM THE SCOUT OF THE LEGION, THE EYES OF THE DRAGON LORD

Its colour was White and Blue in its belly almost as if a fragment of the sky was painted on its body, only to turn a pale grey on its top

FIRST AMONGST THE FLIGHT, MOST LOYAL OF THE HUNTERS

Strong scales covered its form, mighty shields against the weapons of Man and Weather, Pinions of muscle and skin gripped the tower walls, its claws leaving gouges in the stony exteriors.

AND LONE SURVIVOR OF THE DRAGON HOST

A Lizard-like Head rested on a thick Snakelike neck, a lipless grin stretched over its reptilian maw, yellow humanlike eyes glinted with inhuman amusement and hunger.

I AM MIRMULNIR, LAST EMBER OF THE DRAGON WAR

With a roar of glee it proclaimed its existence to the world, knowing that no one after this day would ever deny the return of what was once legend.

And then it once again turned its gaze on us, it stretched open its maw.

AND I SHALL LIGHT THE FIRES OF ITS REIGNITION

And with a word it unleashed an Inferno.