The walk up the stairs seems to take longer than it actually does. The sheer weight of the magic being built up in here is overpowering, to the point that it has a physical presence. The entire floor is carved in impossibly intricate symbols within symbols within symbols, one of the most complex ritual circles Draiss has ever seen, even counting the best ones in his own labs. The room is, otherwise, completely empty... except for the long figure of the over-sized Marilith.<br/><br/>"Creation and destruction, life and death, construction and ruin, always in conflict, always in balance. But not forever; entropy can only increase, not be reversed. Enough cycles, enough conflicts, and, eventually, the damage will be irreparable. What shall it be, then? Shall we dance this endless dance again, watching for the one misstep, or shall we just end it here, end the pain and suffering, not only of another cycle, but of what lies beyond the end of the cycles? Stand down, Archdragon, and let the oblivion claim it all. Then we can be free, at last."