an extremely bold choice. foolish, as well, but that they were well aware of. i am surprised the construct is as relatively stable as it is.

for their desperation, nor the extreme measures which were taken to create what they hoped would beーyet knew fully could be their downfallーtheir savior... but to secure still-living materials left from the lunar god in the ruins of another civilization decimated to concoct their bioweapon was +

schrade'sーand all those who once held this world in the palm of their handsーdemise, i do not know if any have had the ability to create armour from his scales, for the better, but perhaps a single soul lost to arrogance would be a far better reality than that which is. i do not fault my creators +

the fatali species are... hmmh. parasitic. those who scoff at the stories that are luckyーperhaps unlucky, ratherーenough to find themselves in possession of materials from one... often are never heard from again. they bring about their own undoing in their arrogance.
the guiding destroyer moon, +

mmh. yes. a trace of the true self always exists within the false selfーno good of which can come from when pertaining to a fatalis of all dragons, less so one which is a supposed deity.

it supposes the rain is not the most pleasant sensation, but it is by far not the worst it has experienced, thus the guardian is decidedly neutral on it and the rushing floodwaters.

nostrils and turns its gaze back to scanning the deeper water, an unnatural stillness to its body.
the spider is not its quarry, and of little interest otherwise, particularly nowーthe apex will pass through in due time soon, and then it shall feed.