<There I certainly agree. When one is not alone, one cannot simply be made into an empty shell of nothingness. Nrilgroth won't have a chance at changing us into something like Thlorian... As for restoring Thlorian... I don't have the faintest idea as to how that could be carried out. He is far beyond anything I've ever known... hell, only ones who could probably answer would be him and Nrilgroth.>
Forlirn silently stepped after Matthew. The chamber beyond was immense, evidently designed to be some sort of meeting area that could fit a very large crowd of dragons. Despite the years, the chamber contained such a crowd: the room was littered with hundreds of dragon corpses. Some were little more than bones, but others still possessed much of their flesh, apparently preserved by the environment outside of the citadel. While still intact, the bodies themselves were in bad condition; they had been horribly mutilated. Few if any still had all of their limbs attached, and it was far from rare to see entire bodies ripped in half or torn to shreds. The clan had evidently met a very brutal, bloody end. The floor as well as many spots on the walls were brown, having been stained by long-dried blood.
"I have entire shelves of things I've written," Forlirn said, shrugging. "So long as I get them back, I don't mind if you read them, though most tend to be notes on various experiments I've conducted in relation to the Abyss."
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