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The Knight faced the drake as the sun slowly dipped towards the Horizon, the two of them in a standoff as the nearly divine monster waited to hear Lucian’s decision. The weight of this decision he knew would change his immortal life once again, that of serving alongside the human or attempting to kill him outright.
“Dragon.” Lucian started as he lifted his scythe, “You are still the greatest fool I have ever met.”
The creature quickly launched itself at Lucian knowing what was about to happen. Mighty large jaws that could swallow a steed whole were unhinged and ready to do the same to Lucian. Yet the Knight had had many battles against creatures of this massive size and dived to the side as the mighty monster came crashing down.
His roll was swift and true, throwing Lucian between both pairs of limbs the Dragon possessed. There was a little trouble as he dashed between the tail and the rump, but the sleekness of the Dragon allowed the Knight to come to his feel before the chains.
The other was quickly rounding about, swinging his body so that his hand would come crashing down towards Lucian. He would not land the strike though for Lucian’s scythe was already moving and had slashed through the chains with ease. It was like cutting through butter to the Grail Knight whose sure strike was more than enough to shatter the chains at the sparking of the Smiting Rune.
A shockwave came crashing out from the site of the blow that sent both the Knight and Dragon back. The winds of Shysh began rushing towards the stone as it simply began to crumble apart from the magic of death itself.
The two combatants landed on their feet for both were the perfect specimens of their species. A simple blowback of magical might was not enough to give them injury. But they both watched in awe as the first step came out of the cave.
It was of similar size to the Guardian who Lucian had been fighting, and it was clearly a dragon, but that was all that the two shared. Purple amethyst of Shysh crystalized on the scales of the creature in a shuttering of off cosmic witchfire that danced on the top of its scales. Its scales were jet black and appeared to eat the very light of the setting sun.
As the magic settled into its flesh, the golden eyes and wings of the dragon opened as if betraying what its species once was. It reared its head back as to give a mighty roar decrying the end of days was upon the world.
A relic from the times Daemons and Gods walked upon the Old World was upon them. A weapon made to fight the Daemonic Forces and nothing else, Mortarifax once again walked.