Massive pressure moves air inward, following a vast centrifugal force. The ebony crown now kneels before me, its chariot igniting in combustion and drifting on the wind. It collapses inward and dissolves into the void.
My eyes turn toward the north--to the boreal terrain in the distance. Within this vista, a sole superstructure protrudes. I am drawn to it as animals to the sunlight... to the cap, upon which a grotto abides: the airee of the king of dragons.
To the floor... a paroxysm within my mind. It shakes the very planet upon which I writhe about. The snow withdraws from the lands as the formations of rock collapse; yet the lair of Bahamut remains and in it, he awaits my accession.
I elevate my hand and with it, I abate the land... I raise from his den the king of dragons and tear his organs from his skin.
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