<I... I can handle myself. Pain is nothing to me... I... think the dragon is more pressing... but I will not lie, this wound is more than physical... I feel drained... weak..****;
Caelidorus let out a grunt and turned to eye the entrance of the temple, dropping to a sitting position. Frilarth rushed over to the wounded dragon, seeming to pay no mind to anything else at hand. Forlirn similarly seemed too busy furiously sketching another circle to react to anything, perhaps judging preparing some defense against the abominations outside more important than anything else.
"Caelidorus, a son of Ventus... three sons of Lux... Rhen, a watcher, some creature of magic... Matthew, a kruxnak... no... no, not a kruxnak, but hailed from the krux*ak; your race has not lost the scent..." the mighty dragon hissed, the air seeming to grow darker around whatever it gazed at. It stood up straighter and seemed to close its eyes; moments later, the light-devouring aspect of its form seemed to vanish, leaving a slightly brighter (but still quite black and impossibly giant), more ordinary dragon in its place. It opened its eyes again, revealing dark eyes where the black pits had been before. "I am the blackness beneath your footsteps, the shroud on your shoulders when the sun takes refuge, the concealing embrace as you elude your enemies. I am Umbra. You stand in the heart of my fallen empire and at the doorstep of your demises. What foolishness brings you to the defiled earth?"
Umbra's gaze scanned over the group again, coming to rest on Matthew. A growl emanated from his throat, deep enough to shake the stones of the temple. "You bear an object of the Betrayer... is that your foul purpose? To destroy what the wretch could not finish off?"
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