She is here: the pinnacle of dragon creation, the queen, fused with divine blood and now housing the elemental power of my kin. Kuldra stands at my gate and with each passing second she weakens the defences. She will kill me, I know this, but I will not go down without a fight.
The Resonator is charged, primed with the perfect discordance. If I had more time, I could build a shockwave strong enough to rip the entire continent apart, but I will settle on taking Kuldra with me.
Viika visited me earlier. How they are alive I do not know; they arrived to give me their standard cryptic prophecy and then left, just like always.
“She will turn the Veil against the world,” they said, as if that means anything.
If I had more time, I might try to care, but now… now I see no way out, except to end things on my terms. I shall ready a cataclysm that will fracture Ashenfall and take Kuldra and her brood with me.
With any luck, the backwash of the explosion will poison the anima of this planet, killing the Roakin and their eggs. Unlikely, true, but one can dream.
Curse you, Kuldra! You could have been the herald of a glorious new age for Gielinor, yet you fall to mindless vengeance like the beast you are!
I will spit my last breath upon you, wishing that it will be your last breath as well.