"That is because of who you truly are. You aren't carrying Shinryu's legacy, nonono." The lookalike shook her head lightly. "You are the Oblivion Dragon." The words hit her like a brick, she had never even heard of that dragon before! What even was the Oblivion Dragon? Did it even matter now that she died? But in response to these thoughts, the figure chuckled softly. "Yeah, most would have their epilogue right about now. However, in your case one of your powers allowed you to steel the muscles around your heart, making it so that rather than outright killing you, the spear only destroyed the seal that was formed from the Galaxy Dragon's blessing that came in the form of a Lacrima."
Tilting her head slightly to the side in bewilderment Ryuko understood at least a few things: First and foremost: She didn't die yet, which meant she could still do certain important things. The second thing was the fact she seemingly was not who she thought she had been all this time?
"That's part of it aye, the rest you'll have to uncover yourself. But before you can even hope to accomplish something like that you will need to gain control over your impulsive desire to bring destruction. If you can't do that then you will become a walking calamity that will threaten all you hold dear."
Ryuko nodded her head firmly in agreement. There was no way she would allow such a thing to happen! "Well, your body has recovered enough, so try to avoid returning here anytime soon, okay?"
As if on cue the dreamscape started to shift and distort again. Meanwhile in the sanctuary legions of cultists rallied to their master, hoping to overwhelm the dragon that was rampaging through sheer numbers.
It didn't seem to be an effective strategy, but at least it was buying their master enough time to reach to the frozen corpse of Vortigern. Once more that sickening sensation came, of a wave of energy that coursed through the air, a dragon's roar. Nozrum turned toward the direction the master was in, attempting to break free from the cultists warming around him like gnats.
However, it was at the same time he sensed something else. A small pulse, like a heartbeat. It grew in frequency and intensity, and for a moment Nozrum turned his gaze toward the corpse of his fallen companion. "Ryuko..." Wait, were her scales always black? He could have sworn they were a shade of dark red before, and the injury on her torso seemingly had disappeared?! What type of wizardry was going on here?!
However, his momentary distraction had proven to be fatal, for the master of the cult reached for Vortigern's corpse and planted the beating lacrima into its frozen corpse.
Badum... Badum... With disbelief Nozrum watched how the ice melted away and the skeleton of the dragon started to regain its flesh, muscle, tissue, scale, everything was returning as if time was rewinding for the dragon.
"Finally! At long last!" The cultist's leader laughed maniacally as Nozrum lunged with a claw toward her, but in the same instant he felt his clawed front leg being bashed into the ground by the heavier body of the resurrected Vortigern.
"How long... has it been Nozrum?"
Nozrum's eyes narrowed in a glare. "Vortigern..." the worst possible outcome had become a reality at last: The dragon Vortigern had been revived!
WC: 580
Total WC: 2000/2000