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The voice came to the Suzerain, soft and shimmering g this night. The dragon king of We'Darastri stirred from his slumber, immense blue bedsheets and showers of gold coins falling from his body.

Tyretlethen.

The time has come.

You know what to do.

The room lit up with a dull yellow glow as Tyretlethen opened his great eyes. A dream? Perhaps. A sending? More likely. Normally the Suzerain might ignore such trivialities, but he had been watching the stars. Watching them begin to wink out, one by one.

Whether a machination of his subconscious or a message from beyond, the portent was right.

It was time.

"Grey." Tyretlethen whispered. A few moments passed before a slight breeze passed through the room, carrying with it an old wizard, dresses in azure robes.

"What is it, my Suzerain?" Grey asked with a slight hint of weariness in his voice. Clearly he had been awakened from a deep sleep as well. Almost automatically, Grey plugged a cigarette into his mouth and ignited it with the brush of a thumb.

"Long have I waited for a sign to expand my holdings. Do you not feel it, Eustace? This verse in the eternal song of Io is ending. The world has slowed to a torpor, and the time for conquest is nigh." Tyretlethen said in a pensive tone. He stretched his wings and trundle over to one of the empty windows in his quarters.

"Go to the High City, and make the preparations. Come morning, the Sapphire Empire marches on Skyfall."