The dragon flexed his fingers as the glow completely subsided and the orb on his head pulsed a few times before settling to a constant glow.
The backlash from earlier overuse faded to a distant memory; wounds sealed without effort. He could feel the world bending to accommodate him now.
'This', he thought with savage ecstasy, 'this is what it means to be whole again. Two seals broken. One remains. And soon...'
His golden eyes lifted to the obsidian gates looming ahead. He had waited three thousand years to get what should have always belonged to him.
Two figures emerged from the shadows of nearby ruins, approaching with cautious deference.
The first was a broad-shouldered man in his late-twenties, he had dark skin and a clear muscular build with short black hair. Beside him walked a scrawny youth, no older than nineteen, he had long blonde hair and his cheeks were a little sunken. The blonde youth had a scar running down the left side on his face and he was grinning wildly.
