Shining with a bright light that broke through the curtain of rain, the darkness that surrounded this world and the dreadful sea, the Lighthouse showed itself for the first time.
It was blinding, leading Alan to reinforce his eyes with mana to fully capture it. A monolith of black stone with a peak of glorious light. Even from this distance, he could see and feel the runes carved upon it's surface, but of course.
That wasn't what caught his eye. The true goal lay right in front of him.
Lightning flashed behind the lighthouse, and in the blue-blaze of it, the figure of the dragon coiled around the monolith in vast, slow loops became apparent. He was right in front of him, but Alan's mind was refusing to accept it.
His mind refused to accept the scale of him, even though he had seen a dragon much, much bigger. His mind refused to accept the figure of him, even though he had glimpsed upon it before.
