Our auric fire blisters the terrible ancient runes upon the wight’s bones, searing them white from our power now, rather than violet, crimson, or black. Then our fire makes those runes fizzle away, eating tremendous holes right through the wights’ undead bones and flesh.
Burning them up, like the rotten pieces of garbage they are.
It’s like a blazing fire-acid, as those runes are seared away from theundead wights, over and over by our magic. And we just aren’t stopping, Bjorn coordinating us as he unites our purpose as one.
We cordon them off, net them in, and blast them with towering waves of that intense fire-born magic in unified drives now, which sear right through their ancient, undead flesh. Hedda’s black energy screams around us, howling through her drakes with a thousand voices as it bolsters them to fight.
She is untethered to a body, however; and their bodies are nearly in ruins as my drakes, Lærke, and I roar now, celebrating to be fucking something up at last.
Becausethisis how we unmake the Black Dragon, I know now, as our amalgamated fire razes these ancient undead bones from their sagging scales and flesh. We secure and destroy the souls of the Five away from the creature, then hammer the big motherfucker with our fire.
Until nothing of it is left, destroying the beast.
But first, we have to kill off these little bitches, who don’t even know they’re ages dead and gone. Her drakes still fight for Hedda like the puppets they are, as her black energy roars, infecting them and pushing them to fight on despite their falling-apart state.
My drakes and I pull hard on our synergy now, through our bonds and the silver rings, as they flare like wildfire upon our dragon-talons. Because even though we’re making progress destroying the wights, they are undead and feel no pain or fear as they come after us, over and over.
We’re all sporting wounds now, diseased things that crawl with jagged oilslick-black and crimson curses, just like the Black Dragon’s own works. Worse, the black oilslick energy in the air from the rift in the cavern seems to push the undead drakes harder to fight, regenerating them as well.
Hedda’s malevolent energy knows it, too; she leaves off commanding her drakes as her black aura dives down suddenly.
Into the black ooze, still surging and frothing below us like a diabolical sea.
Just then, I feel something concuss, like a tremendous bomb went off insidethat crack where Hedda’s black soul dove into it. And then that evil oilslick darkness is heaving up and out in a gargantuan wave—coating us and the undead drakes as we fight.
A blistering acid sears my scales where it touches me and I roar in unmentionable pain, barrel-rolling hard to fling it off. That blast was not meant for me and my drakes, however; as the black ooze infects Hedda’s wights, I see the holes in their flesh that we burned away filling in.
All those caustic violet-crimson and black runes upon them surge back as they are suddenly remade in their horror show of sagging scales, bleached bones, and mummified flesh. Their bodies are suddenly complete again, like all our damage upon them never even happened.
As a terrible feeling of doom swallows me—that Hedda can do this indefinitely, until we fail.
Fuck!!!I roar through my mind, now that we’re right back to square one. As that black wave of ooze rebuilds Hedda’s drakes, I feel how the evil that lives here celebrates.
Because this is what it wants, as whatever ancient magic that created it becomes thick now in the cavern, making it hard to breathe.
As we fight, caustic black curses careen through the air now, shimmering in diabolical waves as they flood towards us, coming at us with the undead drakes. We pull hard on our newfound synergy with Aesa’s rings, our own recent unity, and our significantly leveled-up abilities as we battle the regenerated wights.
Still, we’re losing now, as those wights chase and harry us in impossible maneuvers through the air. They’ve put us on the run now, rather than them; it’s an impossible fight, something we can never win, as I suddenly despair all throughout my bones and blood.
As Bjorn crashes into me now, however, then Baldur, Ström, and Mikkel, all of us tangling together as we crash-land upon the bed, I feel how I’m not alone.
The bed is the only place not crawling with cursed night, thanks to the Soulstone still blazing in the middle of it.Fight! Rikyava, fight!Bjorn’spowerful voice booms through my head, as his mighty roar thunders through my heart, bolstering me.
He’s got his bite locked on my neck, and his dominance shudders all the way down my spine. It lights up my entire nervous system as my heart hammers hard now, my inner purpose renewed.
As Ström kisses me as his dragon, coiling our long tongues together, I feel his passion flood me, raising my energy to fuck up everything we encounter, or die trying.
Mikkel’s barbed phallus thrusts into me and I gasp, flooding me with his immense devil-may-care energy: that we don’t die, our enemies do, and in the most terrible ways.
But it’s Baldur who pulls me from my blackest brink now, as he seizes the Soulstone in his jaws. As he thrusts it in my face, he holds it there, blazing for me to take in.
Rikyava!Baldur roars as he holds it.See how we have already fucked fate, despite everything! See how we have already won our chance-in-a-million… and come out on top, because of our love.
As his blazing, bright heart fills me up, I feel how he’s still fighting his own inner darkness. But he won’t give up, now that he has purpose again—because he knows we love each other, and we will never abandon each other, no matter what.
As Baldur gives me true hope again, I feel Bjorn suddenly wrangle all those towering sensations of love from my drakes—uniting them and thrusting them like a spike of brightest dawn, deep inside me now, rather than Baldur.
As he amalgamates not only my drakes’ power now but also their tremendous love, all for me, Bjorn surges to me, locking his dragon-lips and jaws to mine. He roars out a massive call of dominance, our jaws locked tight together; it’s not him dominating me now, but showing me who I am.
