Has the divine descent ceased?
As he watched the blood rain down from the sky and felt the struggling force in his claws gradually subside, David squinted. Still uneasy, he ground his claws together a couple more times.
Even a god—especially Angreis, renowned for her unwavering love for the Elven chief deity Corellon—would surely be stunned for some time by my 'Minotaur Body Double Tactic' if her aspect-avatar had to endure such an intense and grotesque mental assault, right?
And next, as long as we find and destroy the remaining four sets of Dragon Mad Locks, the Starlight Dragon Frenzy Shackles—the Elves' 'Anti-Dragon Noble Phantasm' they've relied on for deterrence for millennia—will lose its navigational coordinates.
That will be a major victory for our Dragon Race!
But... isn't this all going a little *too* smoothly?
It was so smooth that David himself found it somewhat unbelievable. His caution soon led him to notice some unusual signs.
Something's wrong!
