The leviathan taint drinks from them in glee now as it surges all over them, that they are resonating with its energy. I feel how Ström and Bjorn have become divided from themselves; divided from their beautiful hearts, they roar, Berserk and Wraith, as they go ballistic out in the stars.
It amplifies the division energy claiming us a hundredfold, as they succumb to their worst inner darkness. As that division magic ringsthrough the stars in a terrible death-knell, that tremendous sound thunders down into the world of the real.
Our physical human bodies writhe in agony in the star cavern as they are hit by that terrible sound; I feel our mortal bodies dying, along with our everlasting souls out in the stars now as that massive sound hammers through the cavern like a symphony of bells all struck in a terrible cacophony.
That sound rings the stones all around us in a mighty, clanging thunder. Jangled, it splits massive cracks all through the cavern now, as similar cracks rip throughout the Void.
That sound is the essence of undoing; anti-creation, it is endless destruction, as I see the star-stones all around us fracture and crack, riven through by dark nothingness.
Because even they are not immune to what’s happening here with this utterly divisive energy. As that terrible sound goes ringing through the entire cosmos now, I feel the leviathan energy go insane with glee.
It drains not just Ström and Bjorn in a towering black firestorm of magic now, but me, Baldur, and Mikkel, as well. Hauling away everything we have, it takes us gods-know-where in the stars as that leviathan division energy rips from us so hard now that we can’t hold out.
As a shattered roar pours from me and I transform into my most terrible oilslick-mad drakaina out in the stars, Mikkel goes, too. Baldur resists one moment longer with his remarkable cosmic light; but even he cannot withstand what’s happening, as he shifts now into a terrible black dragon, just like the rest of us.
My entire Bloodbond succumbs to that vast, sundering power now, and I know we are goners. There is no one left to withstand this; as a terrible fracturing sound heaves through our entire Bloodbond now, I feel this is the moment that finally divides us.
Our Bloodbond will be pulled apart now; there is no stopping it, as we all roar and Wraith out in the stars, Berserk also, as this terrible sound sunders us.
Our souls are nearly gone to this endless devouring in the stars, spent. Even as that terrible sound dives into us, insanity like I’ve never known taking us as my Bloodbond rips apart, I feel someone suddenly resist.
Because there is just one who is bonded to us, who is not part of our Bloodbond; as the cosmic division energy threatens to rip us all apart now, I feel how Lærke is the only holdout.
Her great white and green drakaina snarls now, seething up into the stars somehow with us. Even though she’s not in our Bloodbond, I feel her bite our Bloodbonds, hauling them back together through the familial bond she shares with me now, and with Mikkel.
I feel her towering snarl echo through the stars, as she alone resists; because Lærke has held out against insanity before and has mastered it.
That terrible tone shatters the cosmos, as Lærke gives a towering roar in the physical world and the metaphysical one. Wings spread wide over our mortal bodies, her gargantuan form protects us from the sundering cavern, as she gives a gargantuan blast of bright energy, blazing it through our Bloodbond.
No! You will not give in, sister! I will not lose this budding family now—not when I have found so much…!
As Lærke’s towering roar blasts us all, I feel her blaze in her newly healed heart. Because where she had been riven before, she is mended now; a firestorm of spring-green and white auric flame explodes from her in the stars, as she roars with all the power of her restored love, to save us.
As Lærke roars, holding out against this cosmic division energy, the darkness pushes back. I can breathe again, think again. Though every part of me is riddled with pain, right through my very soul and back, Lærke has suddenly given me the power to resist in my own burning, endless love, resonating with hers.
And resist I do, as I join my roar with hers now, uniting the powerful connection between us like a seething white lifeline. Auric fire boils between us in the stars and the physical world; as that towering connectionof sisterhood scorches through us, we roar as one, heaving the darkness back.
United, we battle back that leviathan taint now as Mikkel rises, too. Because we are all family now; like hell are we going to die this way, when we have so much to live for with everything we’ve found.
With a vicious, gargantuan roar in the stars, Mikkel floods a wave of diamond-black starlight all around us now, protecting us from the sundering nothingness. The leviathan ropes heave off the three of us now; as our pain shudders back, Baldur feels us winning and gives a mighty roar.
As Baldur joins his powerful light to ours, melding it through Mikkel’s starry night and making those stars burn like phosphorus with the auric fire they create, I finally feel hope. Cosmic light like a thousand stars blazes all around us as the leviathan taint screams now, cast further back from us.
Yet two of our drakes are still claimed by darkness. Ström and Bjorn writhe out in the stars as the leviathan taint pours over them both, relentless. They’re not seeing our light; they’re not feeling our hope as both writhe in their worst hells, all their darkest personal curses coming true.
They’re not feeling our unity or our tremendous love, as Lærke, Mikkel, Baldur, and I roar in unison now, heaving our auric fire and our intent, along with our most loving, compassionate hearts, right to them.
As our auric drive smites them like twin lances of pure white fire, we drive those beautiful barbed lances right into their very hearts. If Bjorn and Ström can’t remember what true love feels like, it’s up to us to remind them; as both gasp and roar now, bursting with auric flames as our love penetrates them, the leviathan taint gives a shattering roar.
Knowing it has lost.
It hasn’t lost completely, though, not by a long shot. Because as that shattering roar concusses us in the stars, and down in the mortal world, I feel the Soulstone burst.
It’s lost its integrity, thanks to how the leviathan taint drained us to the depths of our souls and back. As the weakened runic containment onthe Soulstone finally snaps out in a flare of vicious, bloody-black light, the entire thing shatters.
It pelts us with glassine shards in the physical world, as a thunderclap hammers the stars. And then Hedda’s wights roar, flooding out of the Soulstone towards the Black Dragon as the Black Dragon gives a similar roar, feeling them come.
And Hedda’s laugh rings all through the stars—triumphant.
