"Not all knowledge is a blessing. Some truths are heavy enough to crush a god."
The air in Terralia's hallowed sanctuary was thick with ozone and the metallic tang of divine blood, a grim testament to her brutal battle with Mainu. Slumped against a massive, crystal column, her immense, radiant form bore heavy marks. Deep gashes leaked golden ichor, and the very light emanating from her scales flickered, unstable and dim. The great doors of the temple slid open, and a portal shimmering behind them, as three figures strode in: Loki, followed by the archdemon Lucifer and the archangel Gabriel. They knelt before her, the stolen dragon egg, still encased in its obsidian crystal, floating gently before them.
"My lord," Loki said, his voice a rare mix of reverence and concern. "We have retrieved the egg. It is secured."
