She cracked her knuckles. "I am as ready as I will be. Do it."<br/><br/>As soon as the pod opened, she lay her hands on the dying god's form, and a thrum of power echoed through the entire domain, dense enough to be felt, as Jashah poured power into the Archdragon.<br/><br/><div align="center">******************************************************************</div><br/><em>Draiss... Draiss... Follow my voice, Draiss...</em><br/><br/>Draiss would stir slowly, and find himself in a grassy field, a far cry from the war-torn ship he was on, as the last thing he could remember. That voice... it seemed like a memory, from so long ago...<br/><br/><em>Draiss... come find me, let us know you're alive...</em><br/><br/>The voice called to him, from across the field; all he had to do was go to it. A simple thing, or, at least, it should be...