The thunderous rumble reverberated through the earth. Torn soil was engulfed and frozen by the icy breath, and amid the howling of the bitter wind, the Legendary White Dragon that had spread her wings regained her strength once more. Her pale claws successfully tore apart the rock layers and the heavy dome formed by magic. Fragments of the emerald canopy shattered as if celebrating the rebirth of an evil soul. When the enormous rift reaching into the sky banished frost and light alike, the dragon basking in sunlight and stretching her body to her heart's content looked as breathtakingly beautiful as a flawless sculpture.
Yes, Serallin-Coldtooth was free. She easily tore away the enchanted runes attached to her soul that had been siphoning her energy. Great swathes of energy circuits erupted with scorching Law fluctuations before snapping apart, shattering, and scattering in bursts of sound. At that moment, Tiamat's descendant regained the right to fly into the sky. She no longer had to be forced to continue supplying energy to the magical walls of the Horaka Defense Line.
And as the price for saving an evil dragon, the magical barrier that had held back countless low-level demons and concealed numerous legendary presences naturally became fragile, glittering fragments after its power supply was abruptly cut off. The remains of those magical barriers, once symbols of order and safety, scattered across the sky like a meteor shower, gleaming with their final crystalline light. They became the prelude to disaster, as well as a hymn called "freedom."
The Horaka Defense Line, built from the selfless contributions of volunteers representing goodness, had now utterly ceased to exist...
"You may have done something bad. You may even have gotten yourself killed, Mr. Hajones."
Standing upon the shattered, frost-covered earth, the White Dragon with complicated emotions