Qarxis Mountains

Irral's face was rather blank while Smaragdos recounted the history of Gaia to him. It was clear that he didn't care much for the history of the planet. If anything, he spent the duration of the tale's recounting idly preening Henrietta's hair with his fingers, combing it and making sure it was clean.

When the other Dragon finished, Irral finally looked to him. "And what part of that had to do with me and my bird?" he asked. "I will help rid Gaia of whatever is leeching her life energy, and to an extent I will help heal the planet, but I care not for the history of the planet, or the petty squabbles of Gods." he stated simply.

There was one thing for sure: The Spirit of Gaia was sick. The planet was sick. Irral had the power to both put a stop to, and reverse this sickness, and he was already planning on doing it. Darkness must be purified. If Irral has to destroy a star to do that, then so be it. The Light will prevail, even if it needs to be absent.

The petty squabble of the Gods was unfortunately the unavoidable. It was the petty squabbling which had led to the creation of Gaia in the first place. It was the petty squabbling through which the Children of Gaia came to exists, and it was through petty squabbling that the original Wyrms and Dragons of Gaia were created. It was unfortunate for the Children of Gaia that their fates were so tied to forces so...well, petty.

But such was the nature of Gaia. He wished it was as simple as exterminating the leech. Eras was more than just another celestial force- he was the creator of Gaia.

"As Gaia grows weak, Eras lays claim to her breath- as he was the one who gave it to her. Eras has a tie to Gaia that is unmatched. To rid Gaia of Eras completely may kill her. His colossi were sealed once - they how he tortures Gaia - but they have returned. Over in the Exalted Mountains Ni'Thorne has risen. Most had forgotten that much of the mountain was comprised of he."

Smaragdos could not say what that all had to do with Irral and the Phoenix, other than that they were here. The rebirth of a phoenix was always an omen - and Smaragdos couldn't help but see what he saw.

"Then we kill the Colossi." Irral said simply while Henrietta concerned herself with fixing his hair, idly braiding it. He allowed her free reign - knowing she meant no harm. Irral's eyes searched the horizon for a moment as he thought. To kill a Colossi, a link between gods.... that would be no easy feat, even for him. But he was the Champion of Light. The first and most powerful Champion of Light, and these Colossi were avatar's of darkness, if nothing else.

And it was his sacred duty to eradicate darkness.

"What can you tell me of this.... Ni'Thorne? What are his powers and weaknesses?" he asked. Other questions of course applied as well. Size, strength, etc. Irral's Golden eyes were strained with focus and determination, and he was eerily still.

"There is a stone in which Ni'Thorne was trapped...but it's impossible for it to have returned," Smaragdos looked west, "We should hurry if we are to go."

Smaragdos knew not how Ni'Thorne rose.

Of course his inquiry wasn't fully answered. His face now looked bored. Going into a fight blind. Very well - it'd be like just any other fight against the Darkness then. No matter, his Light conquered all. And if it couldn't, the Corrupted Light would destroy it. Irral began to float in the air as Smaragdos looked west.

There was certainly a strong, dark presence there. Blinking slowly, Irral began to float lazily in that direction for a few meters, allowing Henrietta to get a good grip for when he took off. And when he did, the sound barrier broke immediately, and the sonic boom rang out across the landscape. Irral quickly accelerated to Mach 3 and then maintained that speed easily. Light streaked behind him, and all who looked upon it felt a sense of hope if they were free of Darkness, or dread if Darkness dominated their being.

The Champion of Light was on the move.

Smaragdos watched the two depart for Ni'Thorne, who stood stooped on the horizon. The sonic boom of Irral taking off masked the great crack of Ni'Thorne as his leg was blown clean off. Ni'Thorne was clutching a mountaintop for stability. The few citizens of Skyfall still alive in the small town on his shoulder continued to scream their heads off- they were too far yet to jump to safety.

Irral stopped suddenly, and hovered. Ni'thorne was being taken care of, by the look of it. But in the distance.... another colossus was lurking. Actually, Irral could sense a few, scattered throughout the planet. But one stood out among the rest: the Colossus of Darkness.

Out there.... somewhere in the desert.... Irral rocketed off again, this time, looking for Tenebyx. Colussus of darkness.