Erend and Eccar stood still in their massive Dragonborn forms, their glowing eyes locked on one another with a lot of feelings going on behind those eyes.
The fiery chaos in their minds began to subside and clarity crept in like the dawn breaking through a storm.
Slowly, they understood that the frenzy and the unbridled rage that had consumed them moments ago was not their own. It was something foreign that twisting their thoughts and their very essence into a maelstrom of destruction and the desire to kill only.
Kaelor's presence loomed like a guardian spirit for them even though they can't see him. His voice resonating in their hearts. Though his form only shimmered faintly in the air, it was clear the Ashen Tempest Dragon was exerting every ounce of his remaining life force to suppress the corruption that had ensnared them.
