The world rose, life met might, the great dragons were born...
The skies fell, might met death, the great dragons turned to dust...
I saw, and I did not. I remember.
The dragons will be born anew. Fire. Madness. Waste.
Who will rule this new Earth?
Who will die in the new cataclysm?
Even as they come together, I feel the echoes of what they were.
The...
...rage.
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