It seemed that the battle had taken its final turn, both of the dragons seemed tired and began to fall towards the earth. Each of them looking severely injured and wounded. They hit the ground with the force of a bomb.<br/><br/>So covered in blood and earth knowing which was impossible, the form seemed close to death<br/>and with footsteps sickeningly to stare at, made its way to the chair, which it fell into<br/>ungraciously, not seemingly to adopt a throne or even realizing what it was,<br/>but simply because it was the closest object nearby to rest its exhausted form.<br/><br/>It then it sat silently with eyes closed as a while luminescence slowly surrounded it.<br/><br/>As it did blood stains drained away while slivers of ghostly light moved from the center of the<br/>to be absorbed by the victors aura.<br/><br/>"The dragon soul that perished adds to the victor's thus ensuring the magic of their blood is retained in balance.<br/>This keeps their presence always balanced. Its distribution however changes through the ages. The soul will fraction off if the victor has a linage, but until that happens it will possess the power of both." One servant explained to the heros who seemed more than confused by the event.<br/><br/>Somehow the dragon-robe-cape appeared on the victor's person, and within moments later the figure stood,<br/>his eyes more aware of its surroundings, dignified, centered. Bathed in light.<br/><br/>"Lord Arex is the victor ! " A nameless soul yelled nearby.<br/><br/>Then a gong was struck, echo'ing the fact down the valley's mountains.<br/><br/>"He won ?" Roseanna looked about in shocked "Surely not, don't trick us so ! It can't be<br/>he was fighting the most ancient of them !"<br/><br/>"Indeed he has my lady. He is the Empower of Elders, High Lord, High King" A servant clarified.<br/>"The dispute is resolved. Leadership issues have been finalized"<br/><br/>"Does he need healing ? Does the looser need ... "<br/><br/>"Neither my lady" One elder corrected. "Only a husk remains of the one that didn't win, the successor<br/>has a strength and power that ensures he is in perfect health and clarity of mind. His memories would be restored,<br/>and he also will have the thoughts and passion of Karsis, There is no need to morn who that has gone, their soul and passion exists in what does live. Such is the way of dragon souls, they are eternal, stay eternal, their knowledge their power never dies and always exists on this world. Better now for their power is more whole for not being spit in principals in perspective and values. Now you understand why it was necessary. One does need to see it to fathom its sense."<br/><br/>The elder then turned about to the throne and started a chanting which the other elders adopted in unison.<br/><br/>".... Long live the High King Arex !!! .. Long live the Emperor !"<br/><br/>A minute later the gong sounded again and the elders fell silent, its haunting sound echoing of the mountains almost endlessly. Servants then rushed to the throne to lift it on their shoulders and haul it to the mountain top that all others had gathered.<br/><br/>All elders knelt, and despite confusion, as if physically compelled the heros did also.<br/><br/>"High king of the Elders, Rightful Emperor, Tell us what is your first command. What would you have us do my Lord, My liege, our liege."<br/><br/>One elder spokeswoman, draped in robes of gold was the only one which stood from the kneeing position her words proud, ceremonially representing all others, an ancient sentence first spoken countless eons ago.<br/><br/>Arex just sat in the chair for a few moments reflecting on the battle before he quietly gave his order.<br/><br/>"We prepare for war...." He said finally looking up at each of them.