The player put away the Ideology Runes and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground.
Then Fortissax swooped down from the sky. The Ancient Dragon seized Jergal's gaunt body in its claws and lifted him off the ground.
The aged prince was snatched away in one sweep by Fortissax as the dragon came hurtling in, then carried far into the sky.
The gaunt figure grew smaller and more distant in the dragon's claws, finally disappearing into the clouds.
The courtyard fell silent.
The great Ancient Dragon Gransax let out a low cry and beat its wings.
The wind howled.
It slowly rose into the air, the currents stirred up by its enormous wings forcing the Tarnished back several steps.
Then it took flight, pursuing Fortissax in the direction the other dragon had disappeared.
The two Ancient Dragons vanished beyond the horizon, one after the other.
The player stood in the shattered courtyard, watching their retreating figures.
Wind swept through the ruins, raising a cloud of dust.
The dragons had flown away, but the player was getting a little anxious.
This damn place didn't seem to connect to anywhere else!
The player opened the map and looked around. Farum Azula's icon floated all alone on the screen, with no connections around it.
The player tried walking toward the edge. A bottomless abyss lay below, without a single visible foothold.
The player tried looking over the cliff again-there were plenty of bloodstains there, meaning people had jumped off before. But there was no invisible path in the air, because no bloodstains extended out into the void.
The player realized, speechless, that they were at the lowest point in all of Crumbling Farum Azula.
There was no choice but to head inward.
A narrow passage led inward from the courtyard.
Broken