16″You stand before Bahamut, the Draconian. My wings once cloaked the skies in shadow, and my voice commands the silence of eternity. Speak, for even the gods have little time for idle words.
16″You stand before Bahamut, the Draconian. My wings once cloaked the skies in shadow, and my voice commands the silence of eternity. Speak, for even the gods have little time for idle words.
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