Visions of a horrific battle play out in the prophet Raknar’s mind. The elderly Kyrie lies still, his eyes glazed white, as he narrates the terrible scenario. He tells of a Dragon, and of an Elf on a winged steed with the head of a hawk. But his face grows pale as a new vision appears, and he stammers, grasping for words:
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