Emrick let the voice of the dragon breathe through him, and he finally set his eyes aflame.

Whispering to the golden scales and rotten bone he stared to and touched, “My lord… you are with your people now…”

*The cult trembled beneath the voice of which the Immortal spoke, knowing it to be true and just. The voice of the dragon of which they prayed to, now brought to them when in the presence of their lord. *

Bowing beneath his presence, shielding their heads and lowering themselves to the image of the dragon, the cult fell while the chosen remained standing.

Until even Emrick could not stand forever, and his eyes settled on the dark skull before him.

And promised, “Soon… you will be set free once more.”

He joined them at last, showed he was one of them when he too bowed before the skull of Ghidorah. He joined and led his people in silent prayer, led them to their destiny. At long last, the Order of the Dragon would be heard. The Occult of Ghidorah would rise once again with their god.