There were no other options in the menu.
The player stood up and left the site of Grace.
Then, after three Flying Dragon attacks in a row, the player fought and ran, finally escaping alive.
Crushing some strange bones underfoot, the player arrived before an enormous door.
The door was already half open, with a spacious room beyond it.
A glowing message lay beside it: [Slaughter to your heart's content! I shall witness the mettle of a lord.]
Utterly confused, the player pushed the door open and entered.
A line appeared on the screen: [Greyoll's Dragonbarrow].
The room was enormous, its vaulted ceiling soaring overhead, supported by several thick stone pillars. Broken flagstones covered the floor, with moss filling the cracks.
An enormous dragon lay in the center of the room.
She was larger than any Flying Dragon encountered before. Even lying down, she resembled a small mountain.
Several smaller Flying Dragons surrounded her, some lying on the ground, others pacing around the room.
Greyoll, the Dragon Mother.
As the intruder entered the room, the Dragon Mother slowly opened her eyes.
Her golden slit pupils fixed on the Tarnished.
She opened her mouth and let out a deafening roar.
"Rooar-"
Sound swept through the entire room, sending dust showering from the pillars. The young dragons answered together with piercing screeches, spreading their wings and lunging at the player.
That left no other choice.
With enemies attacking, was the player supposed to take the beating without fighting back?
The young dragons screeched as they lunged, leaving the player no choice but to meet them head-on.
Fighting while retreating, the player used the pillars as cover to split their formation.
Then the player singled them out one by one, mercilessly killing every young dragon.
There was no other reason. As a player,