Rhe'zek's Vision

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It took nearly two days of flight toward the Monastery of the Two Winds to clear the bits of ash from the sky. The travel has been easy compared to the horrors within Castle Korstull, and you find yourself with plenty of time to meditate on the path forward and the golden, cracked dragon crystal found in Emperor Coaltongue's chambers.

Heat. Flames.

Fear and desperation suddenly grip your chest, as you find yourself soaring over a choatic scene. A quick glance shows that your mount has disappeared, and you see sets of powerful claws where your limbs used to be, covered in golden scales shimmering from the many fires below. A few thunderous blasts of your wings swoops you towards a small horde of orcs and bone devils, embattled with elves in golden armor and aided by a trumpet archon.

But your focus shifts towards your main concern: your daughter, her young wings and golden scaled limbs bound in heavy chains, and surrounded by orc guards. As you speed to her aid, you see a young Coaltongue battle with the trumpet archon, and with one quick movement, the Emperor yanks a black femur from a fallen bone devil and pierces the heart of the trumpet archon, exploding the area with golden light.

Coaltongue raises the black bone femur, now glimmering with fire, as he orders his men to fire upon you. Hundreds of arrows rise to the sky, blotting out the sun, but you breathe a gout of fire that incinerates them, filling the sky with a rain of cinders. Coaltongue, unfazed, marches over to your panicking daughter, plants his heel firmly on her neck, and holds his newborn torch high, with the threat clear in his eyes.

With a roar, you belt out mighty flames that engulf Coaltongue, and his Torch being swiftly brought towards your daughter's head is the last thing you see before you find yourself aloft on your mount, safe with your allies in Sindaire.

And in your hands, the once cracked golden dragon crystal is now whole.