The Great Calamity stepped forward, its movements slow and deliberate. With each step, pieces of its dark flesh sloughed off, splattering onto the crimson-stained ground where they sizzled and dissolved into smoke. The scales covering its body rippled, and wings twitched as if adjusting to the form it had taken, but the eerie glow in its eyes never wavered.
Erend and Eccar watched, their eyes locked on the creature. Neither moved, still grappling with the shock of what they were seeing.
The presence, the scales, the wings, it all felt so familiar. And yet, every instinct told them that this was impossible. Erend's heart raced, confusion and disbelief warring in his mind.
"How the fuck can this be?" he thought, his jaw clenched as he tried to make sense of the sight before him. "There's no way this is another Dragonborn. It has to be a trick, some kind of illusion to throw us off."
