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"Believe me, if I thought we had a different solution I'd have taken it." You say attempting to chip some of the ice off but it was as hard as diamond. The best you can do is get some mobility back into your shoulder and letting you rotate your arm. "But I'd rather one of us go down than risk us all over a pack of zombies."
"Hey at least we found a new passage." Ryuji says awkwardly. "We might be cutting through most of the necromancer's traps."
"He has been awfully quiet since we entered." Irene adds. "I think this might be a part of his lair he didn't expect us to enter. The ground is sloping pretty sharply we we're definitely heading underground faster than if we took the other route." As if on cue Eleanor's necklace, which had been glowing brightly ever since entering, nearly bursts into flames. It shines brilliantly nearly drowning out the light coming from the torches. "Turn it off!" Irene shouts. "I can't see!"
"One does not simply turn off the Fury's Light!" Eleanor shouts back as she too shields her eyes and tries to stuff the necklace into her shirt but the glow pierces through illuminating her form a bit too tightly. "We must be close." She says oblivious to the light. "I've never seen one of the Inquisition's necklaces react this brightly."
"You sure it's not because of our other light house?" Irene asks motioning to your arm.
"No." Eleanor says, now even more serious. "Whatever it's detecting is...is..." Her voice trails off and you all slowly come to a halt. Before you all was a massive cavern. The bodies of several guard squads were strewn about. Some were missing legs, others arms, and a few had no head. But what had caught your group's attention was the mass of bones and sinew at the end of the cavern. Encased in magic chains, it's wings pinned to it's side by large spikes of iron, was the corpse of a dragon. A spectral heart beat slowly in a hole as wide as a telephone pole. The sheer size of the body was mind boggling. As big as at least 3 or 4 airplanes, it almost looked like the body had to be cut up to be transported before being put back together.
"Is...that the dragon you were talking about killing?" Irena whispers.
"It...can't be..." Eleanor breathes. "That's not Amarinth.That's Misadir...Mother of all Dragons."
