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🟡Crypts of Fire

16/06/26

🟡[Fantastic Endings] (TheFlight Wiki) 

(Found by Graecie and Legs in the ‘Oldest Dragon Crypt’ which they entered via ritual)

You stand within the Oldest Dragon Crypt, where the air trembles with heat and silence.

Past the door, lava crawls beneath black stone bridges, casting red light over bones vast as fallen towers.

These are said to be the long-dead Oldest Dragons, the first to breathe beneath the newborn sky, masters of every mana type, every element in existence.

Fire, frost, storm, shadow, light, earth, tide, and star all answered them.

Yet others whisper they were not first at all, only ancient dragons made greater by stories, keepers of knowledge rather than conquerors of power.

Their skulls give no answer. Their claws rest folded, their horns broken by centuries, their secrets sealed in ash.

Read softly. Step carefully. This tomb is not empty merely because its lords are dead. Be mindful of the dead, for even forgotten dragons may dream beneath stone, and hear your heartbeat vanish into the molten dark.

Banishment

is

not 

forever

🟡Last Divine

16/06/26

🟡[Unknown] (Signed but author not seen)

(Found by Graecie and Legs in the ‘Oldest Dragon Crypt’ which they entered via ritual)

The Divine Soul Mage was often mistaken for the one of the blessed.

People compared her to the Mage of Endless Blessings, whose mercy could outlast death, and to the bearer of Kindness Blessings, whose magic softened pain before it became despair. But the Divine Soul Mage was neither.

Her power was not gentle. 

It was everything.

Fire, shield, wrath, healing, thunder, light— all of it moved through her like a temple bell struck by unseen hands.

Yet she never believed the magic was her own. She prayed before every spell, certain something higher had chosen her as its vessel.

At the capital’s final battle, the Mage of Dragons raced toward the Shield Tower with one of the last dragons bleeding beside them.

The Divine Soul Mage stood in the corruption's path.

Her body split with radiance. Golden chains, white fire, and holy thunder bought the seconds they needed.

The dragon reached the crystal.

For one breath, the Shield Tower answered.

Blue white light surged through the capital walls, forcing the corruption back street by street. The Mage of Dragons screamed beside the dying beast, but the Divine Soul Mage could no longer hear them. She could hear only prayer.

Not spoken prayer.

Hers.

Every prayer she had ever whispered returned at once, pouring through her body like molten glass. The pleas she had made for strength became weight on her bones. The pleas for mercy burned her lungs. The pleas for protection wrapped around her heart and squeezed.

She understood then.

No god reached down to save her. No divine hand carried the burden.

Her halo cracked.

Light poured from her eyes, her mouth, the seams of her skin. Still, she stood until the dragon breathed its final spark into the tower.

The corruption broke.

The city lived.

Sometimes I lock in and make illustrations I didn't even know I could make

Going to watch more of Graecie's pov, jumping in the current streams with little knowledge to what happened before so I'm going off of context clues for the most part

her streams are really fun and I recommend everyone to watch if you want a new pov for the flight