Fury, the five Elythrii, and the mysterious mages, Lisa and Kacius, had been silent for a while after Vraegar left, his last words still echoing in their consciousness, "I have been called for more, and I will answer. We will meet again."
Before he left, Vraegar finally revealed his true form, discarding the shell of a calm dragon for an embodiment of hunger and destruction. His body had expanded into dimensions that even Fury had struggled to grasp, and for the first time since he met the dragon, the proud god could not look the dragon in the eye.
It was easy to be all-powerful, but to be that and still keep a clear head, especially for a dragon of Vraegar's nature, was rare. It was hard to imagine what would have led this proud and brazen dragon to become calm and subdued, but Fury knew it was for one reason… loss.
"You know, he told me of his brother, once, it was as if the memory of him was too painful for a dragon to recall."
