Upon hearing this, Amrielle, or rather Arethenaeus, bowed his head into its original position to look at the ominous voice that resonated from the dragon it gleefully possessed. Merged with the void and covered in blackened skeletons, tar, clouds, and lightning, the dragon was a distorted version of its former self, now even more powerful than before. Its eyes were fiery and cackling with pressure, its claws dripped with smoky tar that screamed with the voices of a thousand damned souls, and its fangs lapped with blood that trailed its chin. The animal was pitifully tired, its energy exhausted and spent, and its willpower all but gone.

A pang formed in Amrielle’s heart at the sight of it, and his eyes watered, feeling the level of pain and misery that befell the creature before him.

My son, said Amrielle’s mother, it is time. Fight for your life, free this creature. You must live.

Lying demoness! Traitorous whore! Your child shall become one with me and I shall usurp creation and rule from the everlasting depth of oblivion!

No, finally rebutted Amrielle/Arethenaeus simultaneously in a calm voice, I think not.

Slowly raising his hand to chest level, he focused his energy into a physical form, making it take a shape into a rugged obelisk. Clear and transparent, the obelisk floated in Amrielle’s hand before tilting in a perpendicular angle pointing directly at the dragon. Large water droplets formed a ring around the obelisk, spinning at a blinding speed that made their individual movements nearly impossible to track. Coiling itself up, the possessed dragon poised itself to strike, summoning all manner of tenebrous creatures to its side to aid in its final assault.

Summoning all its remaining force to its side, the dragon once again lunged, this time backed by an insurmountably high wave of pure chthonic chaos; the mass of which Amrielle compared to the likes of a nightmarish Lovecraftian horror. But by then it was too late.

I’ve got you, Amrielle thought. His inner voice cold, methodical, and emotionless, frightening him internally.

Aiming a pointed finger a split second before the dragon and its trailing wave of flesh and void were to crest over him, Amrielle/Arethenaeus’ eyes flickered as his breath steadied. Inhaling through his nostrils, and calming his senses before uttering two words under his breath.

Konungr Rrprentoi.

The King’s Repentance.

A beam of water infused light erupted from the nearest obelisk, as several more began forming, firing on full cylinders in an amazing display of raw energy at the approaching deluge completely obliterating it from existence and swallowing the dragon whole as the evil entity screamed in defiant pain as it was driven back into the deepest recesses of the void. Once it was over, Amrielle/Arethenaeus glanced over the carnage to see the dragon paralyzed in a stupor, its beaten body so tattered and torn that much of its figure was practically being held together by twigs. Floating towards the creature, Amrielle/Arethenaeus hovered over towards its head, the size of which was similar in scale to Grand Central Station in New York City. The sheer size of this dragon dwarfed that of the entire Long Island of New York and its body stretched for miles on end. As Amrielle/Arethenaeus watched, the charred scars of the dragon begin to heal as its body started to reform. Slow as it was, the sight of it was still majestic, although tragic, to behold.

“Osce drunn fodl? (Is it over?)”, he asked.

No Amrielle, the dragon’s corruption is has been halted, but not eradicated, his mother replied. The only way to free it is to calls it name and through it, bring it rebirth through ascension. Quickly, free the dragon before it is too late.

No!, roared the entity, You both belong to me!