A Prayer in the Dark
Transcript
In the face of imminent destruction, you begin to kneel and pray. Your voice carries across the scorching tunnel, words of faith rising against overwhelming draconic hatred. The heat seems to intensify around you, as if the manifestation of Dahak actively resists your prayer.
Then—a change.
The air shimmers, not with heat but with something else. A presence. The tunnel walls momentarily reflect a silver-blue light that comes from nowhere and everywhere. Dahak's molten form stutters like a flame in wind, its roar becoming a hiss of frustration.
It is not one deity alone who answers. Sarenrae's healing warmth, Shelyn's protective grace, and Apsu's ancient strength converge in this moment. The dragon of light does not come physically—but his gaze passes here, alongside the watchful attention of other divine powers. Just once.
You feel it first as a cool breath across your brow, then as a resonance that vibrates through bone and sinew. Ancient beyond reckoning. Patient beyond mortal understanding.
The consciousness that touches the chamber doesn't enter fully—its vastness would shatter this pocket of reality—but its attention falls here like sunlight through cloud.
Where that awareness touches, healing follows. Wounds close. Burns fade. The group stands straighter, protected by a translucent barrier that deflects the worst of the heat.
Dahak's manifestation recoils, its form momentarily dimmed, as if something fundamental has been temporarily stripped from it. The dragon god of destruction crouches lower, gathering its power again, but for this brief moment, you have gained an advantage. The path ahead, though still dangerous, seems possible.