The storm parted.
It did not part the way storms part for power, shoved aside and resentful! It parted the way crowds part for royalty, currents of raging Infinity and Primordial Source drawing back upon themselves in long reverent curtains, and through the opened sky, descending before the golden island in a slow fall of white light…
Came a dragon.
A pure-white dragon!
Noah and all the others watched her descent, and even here, even wounded and sealed and surrounded, every gaze present was pulled upward and held! She was colossal, her pearl-white scales layered like plates of living moonlight, faint rivers of silver shimmering through them with each beat of her vast wings! Twin horns of translucent ivory spiraled back from her skull, and between them drifted a mane of soft white flame that burned without fuel and without end! Around her titanic limbs, the scars of shattered chains still smoked faintly, crimson burn-lines wrapped like the ghosts of shackles!
