"Tell me about the battle," Adam settled into his throne. Luna perched on the arm beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "All of it."
Garduck grinned, the expression made fierce by his new scar. "Where do I start? Bahamut descended from the heavens like a falling star, blazing with enough divine light to blind a solar system. They expected to find cowering demons and rebellious mortals. Instead..."
"Instead, they found us, and Gork's armada." Ifrit continued, his flames dancing higher.
"The battle itself lasted six hours," Shihan said, her archer's precision extending to her memory. "Bahamut was... magnificent, I'll give him that. Every scale was a fortress, every breath weapon a purgatory. When he roared, mountains shook. When he moved, the wind wept beneath his wings."
Maven's great head nodded. "I've never felt so small in my life. Even before my transformation, standing before him was like standing before a force of nature. Pure order given form and fury."
