A "True" end

Reima, Solaire, Quelaag, Quelana, Sieglinde, Rhea, Anastacia, the Prospect leaders and Chaos Servants, were all overseeing the creation of Quelina's bonfire which would be combined with the Place of Power. The group intended to have a celebration after it's creation due to the significance of the event, it likely being the last time someone would ever witness such a phenomenon due to Anastacia and Quelina being the only firekeepers left.

Quelina looks at the group, Reima especially with a wary smile. "Are you sure this is safe to do? Should everyone not get a lot more distance before I attempt this?

Solaire shakes his head and gives a thumbs up, "No need! I and Reima will oversee everyone's safety, you only need worry about the creation of the bonfire." he says.

Quelaag "Don't worry Lina, we all just here to watch you create something beautiful." she says with a gentle smile.

Reima "Just relax and go ahead, even the old guy wants to see this." he says with a chuckle, nodding his head at the Everlasting Dragon leaning over the half-built Chaos Covenant temple with an interested gaze.

Quelina nods, "Then, here I go..." she says, kneeling down and beginning the ritual, the Igni Place of Power immediately reacting by bursting into dark red flames, raising the surrounding temperature by a lot.

As this is all happening the Everlasting Dragon notices some sort of commotion in the valley, him being the only one to see it due to his elevated position. Taking a closer look he sees somekind of Gold Dragon fighting against the Prospects, having just backhanded a different Green Dragon.

Eeuwigdurend "Reima." it asks in a clear voice, causing everyone to turn their attention towards it. "A dragon is attacking the city." it states, causing everyone to halt, including Quelina who luckily hasn't gotten far enough into the ritual to cause any harm to herself.

Reima teleports above the Chaos Covenant temple and looks down at the city, spotting the Gold Dragon and bringing a confused look to his face, "What the fuck? What'd we do to offend the dragons?" he mutters.

Solaire appears next to him in a flash of lightning, "Regardless of why it is here, perhaps it's time for me to return to my roots.." he says, a Spear of Lightning appearing in his hand.

Reima sighs, "Bro, smiting people from a mountain top is coming a little close to a story I know... Maybe just let me handle it?"

Solaire shrugs and dispels the spear, "Do what you wish Reima, it matters to me not."

Eeuwigdurend interrupts them, however, "No, I wish to show this wyrmling how weak it is, daring to attack my territory." it states in a voice that causes the ground to tremble.

Reima looks up at it, "You sure? Thought you'd be alright just being a permanent fixture up here." he says jokingly.

Eeuwigdurend nods, "This creature wishes to harm my kin, I will deal with it myself." it says, spreading its wings for the first time since it'd arrived in this world before leaping off of the mountain, causing a mini-earthquake and almost collapsing the half-built Chaos Covenant temple.

Saskia digs her heels in as Iorveth continues to drag her as she spots something happening on the mountain top, the Dragon Statue that'd be on the mountain top had just moved... "I-Iorveth... What is that!" she exclaims in fright, pointing at the titanic beast flying towards them.

Iorveth "I warned you, your friend's death is guaranteed, that thing hasn't moved from its spot since I'd arrived here... But your intrusion seems to have warranted its attention."

Schall who was just about to crush Priscilla, spots the shadow enveloping him and everyone else nearby, glancing upwards and almost toppling over at the sight of the gigantic monster flying overhead.

Priscilla "Uncle!" she shouts from below Schall, having been ready to flee with her invisibility, but not feeling the need to anymore.

Eeuwigdurend pulls his wings back in and falls from the sky, landing behind Schall and causing the very earth itself to shake, uplifting soil and stone where it lands. "Wyrmling, you dare to encroach upon my territory and strike at my KIN?" he asks in a grave voice as he towers over Schall, being over 3-4 times the Gold Dragons size.

If Schall was able, he would have pissed himself in fear at this freakishly huge dragon standing before him, the aura it was giving off making every sense and instinct scream at him to flee. However, his pride would not allow it.

Schall "I-I will not be intimidated by some lesser being!" He exclaims but still doesn't move an inch.

Eeuwigdurend releases a rather terrifying chuckle down at Schall, dust from its petrified scales liberally escaping and covering the ground beneath him. "Lesser being? I cannot think of anything lesser than you, Wyrm."

This insult provides Schall with enough indignant rage to overcome his fear, he strikes at the Everlasting Dragon with both claws... And doesn't even scratch the beings scales...

Schall's eye almost bulges from his head, "A-a true dragon bested by an imposter!" he exclaims after seeing his attack had no effect.

Eeuwigdurend slowly reaches, wrapping his clawed hand around Schall's neck and pinning him to the floor with ease, "True Dragon? You are humorous small one, but you are not a True Dragon, far from it." it says, adding weight to his grip, causing Schall to gasp for air.

Eeuwigdurend "As retribution for striking at my kin, I bring you death." he says, bending down and getting ready to bite into Schall's neck.

Priscilla "Uncle! Wait!" she shouts, causing Schall to look at her with pleading eyes.

Eeuwigdurend "What is it?" he asks, his voice gentler than when speaking with anyone else.

Priscilla "Do no damage the scales! I wish to make clothing out of them!" she says, causing Schalls eyes to open wide.

The Everlasting Dragon slowly nods and bites into Schalls neck, making sure to pierce the vital arteries but not crushing the Golden Scales in his mouth.

The world around Schall begins to lose colour and slow as he feels his lifeblood drain into Eeuwigdurend's mouth, his last sight in this life being the real True Dragon's hand pinning his head to the dirt.