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Even if her eyes didn't need to dilate to take in all the light they could in this expansive void, Cisone wouldn't be able to stop her pupils from dialating at the sight of a dragon.
There's several of them, shifting shadows in the shape of dragons. They stalk around, slow and sinister, but their eyes are unseeing and their motivation is gone. Cisone turns to ask her allies about them, but the scions don't seem to see the creatures at all.
She has to break away from the rest of them to calm herself down. Cisone isn't sure what she expected this land of nihility to look like, but to see the protectors of her homeland laid this low…
With a flick of her hand, Cisone summons the facsimile of Midgardsormr. It floats besides her, unseeing and unspeaking, as it has been since her last discussion with the great wyrm inside of Omega. Her lip trembles. This fragment is no more sentient than the roaming dragons. There is no purpose, not fulfillment, not community, not even base survival.
She hastily wipes her eyes when she hears footsteps behind her. She considers putting the minion away, but she knows the sound of that particular armor, and she knows he's the only one that could understand how much this means to her.
"…You see them too, right?"
Cisone empties the air from her lungs and turns to face him. She nods quietly.
Estinien grunts. "I tried dragonspeak. Half of them have nothing to say, and the other half passively told me that nothing matters. Nothing has, since Omega ruined their star."
Cisone remembers when Midgardsormr told the story of his flight from the destruction. Her eyes turn to the pillars of green smoke, incredibly similar to the signals that the Vath make to deter the dragons at Zenith. Is that why it works so well? Do the dragons instinctually fear the signs of Omega?
"Nidhogg rages at the thought of his kins doing nothing to save those they love."
"Me too."
"…Are you okay?"
Cisone's ears go flat against her head. "In Meracydia, we idolized our draconic protectors; Bahamut, Tiamat, and Azdaja. I've laid many gods low, but it's… hard. To see them this way."
Estinien nods, looking out at the platforms all over Ultima Thule. "We better get to the heart of this. There is no exit to continue on, and we have go find one. I saw a dragon colony to the north. Let's start there."
"Okay," Cisome says with her voice small. She takes one last look of the surroundings, then swaps to her Summoner soul stone. She gains some small level of comfort, knowing that she can channel the power of Primal Bahamut.