I had already analysed my surroundings before the prompt came up. An ash-ridden wasteland, riddled with giant stalagmites -more than large enough to take cover under. It was a moonlit night, dark enough to make flames vivid, but bright enough to see any incoming attacks. The scent of smoke was strong. I opened my inventory whilst keeping an eye out.
[ The being of cinders and ruin is approaching ]
A dark figure flew above me, torrents of heat rushed at me as the beast breathed flames to surround me.
[ Brand of the Dragonslayer is glowing. +10% Damage and toughness. ]
[ Estimating the beast's Fragments... ]
It continued to hover around me, gliding in a circle.
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I conjured the necessary Legacy Fragments:
- < Penilume > [ A blade ripped from the lesser dragon of the lunar ] ("May the moon's light guide you.")
- < Skeletal Wings > [ Stolen from the hollow lesser dragon ] ("A construct that has outlived its use")
- < Dragonhide's Cloak > [ Forged from cinders and hide ] ("Pleasure doing business" - Kheltor)
- < Flask of dragon's bane > [ Inherited from the Brand of the Dragonslayer ] ("From that day, Yi Juan yearned for revenge.")
[ The disparity between Fragments is alarming...]
[ Are you sure you want to continue despite this? ]
Brandishing my blade, I stepped forth into the wasteland's heart. My hand was steady —I would slay this one like I did with the rest.
[ The flames of war rage on around you. ]
The earth shook as the beast descended. Forcing me to readjust my footing. Puffs of flames roared from the dragon's mouth, leaving trails of smoke in the air. Reeling back, the Dragon released a deep, bestial growl upon the world. Causing the ground to split as torrents of magma shot up, pushing pieces of the wasteland away from each other.
[ Ignis, the lord of ash, has descended. ]