Tremble!

The earth will crumble under their feet, and the light will sear their eyes. They will hear our names and cry in anguish. Trembling, they will plead to the empty sky and beg our indulgence.

Vanity! What vanity of theirs! Their cries for mercy are grains of sand in a roiling hurricane, soon returning to the forgotten places from where they stirred.

We feel only each other. We hear only our breath. We are alone.

rajii teren blackdragons