The wind shrieked through the shredded peaks of the mountain range, giving an eerie sensibility of finality. Rein stood at the mouth of an immense cavern. The atmosphere, thick with magic, made his senses fire. The pulse of the crystal within his hand forced him forward. It had brought him here-final destination of his itinerary.
Within the lair, the walls glimmered with an unusual light, reflecting the aeons' worth of ancient power. In the core of the cave, illuminated by a faint, ethereal glow, lay the last dragon. It was smaller than the ones Rein had slain before, its scales an iridescent blend of silver and blue. Its eyes, however, were filled with an ancient wisdom, and a depth that far exceeded any creature Rein had encountered.
"You have come to me", the dragon paused before speaking, in a soft but treacherous voice, "but you do not know what you seek".
Rein raised his weapon, his eyes cold with resolve, saying, "I know exactly what I seek. You are the last of your kind, and you will die like the others."
The dragon tilted its head, scrutinizing him with those deep, ancient eyes. "Do you really understand the cost of your quest? What you are become?"
Tightened Rein's grip on his weapon as he counters, "I have become what I need to be, a weapon, and you are just another target."
The dragon sighed, his breath very heavy and melancholy. "You are much more than that. And yet you are blinded with the fires of vengeance."