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Blood dripped from Iavid's mouth. Finally, the ritual was complete. He gave one last smile, a smug smirk as he realized it came to an end and knew that the remainder of the battle was in Lucifer's hands. He collapsed as the helix shaped array of Atavistic Flame burst from the temple, causing its...

"Be still, Lucifer, and behold..." Basel's words came from directly behind Lucifer as he manifested from a cloud of shadow. Basel had dematerialized himself in the same moment that Lucifer's Dragon Teeth absorbed the Icefyre, slipping into the Void effortlessly before he would return only a foot...

Bags formed under Iavid's eyes as the ritual took its toll, his breathing labored. Almost there. He repeated in his own head, feeling his spiritual life force fading off as each moment passed. By now the flames began to roar, filling the temple as they dangerously swept around the room and...

"Come on, we're half way there. Hold out old man. Don't give in now," Iavid spoke, urging himself to carry onward as Lucifer's struggle against Basel intensified. The helix formation solidified now, Atavistic Flames bursting to life as the ritual reached half way to completion. He breathed...

The Grandmaster's ritual continued, only slightly hindered by Lucifer's continued use of his inhuman capabilities. The old man's face strained as Atavistic Flames danced around him in a helix formation, each spiral licking the edges of the inside of the stone temple. Just hold out.... He told...

"Our deaths are all but assured," he replied, voice seeped in supreme confidence and absolute resolve. "HA!" Basel flexed his power to an even greater degree, golden energy morphing into a burning red column of flame that erupted upwards from his body to consume all of short-range around him...

"I didn't believe the prophecies at first. I only believed what my eyes could perceive and what I could wring the life from with my own hands," Basel snarled, his eyes glowed with golden determination, resolve that showed only ravenous desire and the need for battle. "When He came to me in the...

"I can smell your treachery, I can feel your hope. Let me devour it!" Basel roared as he crashed downward in the outskirts of Sanctuary, sending many of its villagers fleeing in the opposite direction. All was as Imeroth foretold; just like Phetra and Nefarian, the Dragonkin's destined moment...

Iavid smiled, the first time in quite some time. Lucifer's resolution was refreshing, a breeze of fresh air on an island that had grown stagnant over the thousands of years it remained isolated from the rest of the world. It was time for Iavid to join the frey and stand on behalf of humanity...

"Are you to determined to go through with this?" Iavid asked again, feeling out Lucifer's conviction one last time. "Our freedom might come at the price of your life. But just as likely, should you fail, we will all die." He repeated his dire concerns one last time; no doubt the ensuing battle...

"Grow in stature? Strange..." Iavid was perplexed as they schemed and contemplated the powers and capabilities of their captor. "He's never done that around the villagers her-" Iavid stopped speaking, interrupting himself. "He's coming." He spoke, his voice grave and laden with concern. "Dragons...

Basel, sensing a change at the monk's temple in Sanctuary, vanishes in a shroud of black smoke.

Iavid paced in circles for a moment as he pondered what could be done. "To be honest, I only know scant details about Basel's true capabilities - that of his Ice and Dragonfyres. He inherited them from a different world entirely. But aside from that...I only know he is eerily reminiscent of the...

"I recognize your physiology - that of a Child of Tiamat. In spite of the changes made to your body, there is still a human beneath it. Your genetics might be different but you're still very much a human at heart. It was something that could only be changed if Tiamat was here now, commanding you...

"No, we don't." Iavid responded calmly, hoping for some elaboration. "It's hard to explain, I don't fully understand how Divinity works myself. We mostly live humble lives here. But...do we want for anything? Our humble human origins..." he speculated, almost talking to himself for a moment.

"And do what? Die?" Iavid countered, a skeptical expression scrawled across his face. "Perhaps your values dictate your willingness to throw yourself away but we live in peace here. Even if we wanted to leave the island and see the rest of the world it was impossible for thousands of years." He...

"No, you haven't survived anything yet. You've only persisted to bear witness to the inevitable cataclysm." The blade came down on Basel's body, an earnest attempt at bisecting the Dragonkin. As the blade struck at Basel's hip he reached down to intercept it with his other hand, catching the...

"I can hear the judgement in your voice, passing it as if you are some arbiter that stands above all others. Are you so ignorant to think I, or others, hadn't considered that before? Our individual lives span thousands of years, do not denigrate us. We saw the rise of the Pantheon, the Great...

"We offer him nothing. We're more so..." Iavid scratched his beard once more, brow furrowed. "...his treasures?" He asked, questioning the use of the term himself. Though it was accurate. Basel was not their protector in the normal, human sense of the word. He saw the last remaining Immortals of...

In the moment that Merlin's hand grasped the staff the visage of Solomon burst into nothingness, a plume of shadows and black smoke caught in the wind that was thrust away. Perhaps the Mage King was never real at all here but only a byproduct of the "Ordered" portion of this unique reality that...