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It was a dark night. The gloaming had faded to obscurity, and even the stars seemed dim against the pale moon above. Clouds sauntered across the sky, thick and voluminous, letting only passes of moonlight strike the ground below. "Baran, whatβs this all about?" Aegon asked, finally voicing the question on everyoneβs minds. It was a cold night, late into the autumn, and none of the Ten were happy to have been awoken at such a late hour. Yet, Baran would not have called them forth without good cause; he had been named their archmage due to his incredible leadership and ingenuity with magic. After what seemed an eternity of silence, Baran responded, slowly at first, yet quickly gaining intensity: "Today, my friends, is a day that will be remembered forever. Today, my friends, we become more than magi. Today, my friends, we need never bow before a dragon again!" His eyes were alight with fury and wild passion, his hands glowed with a sickly green light, and around him danced tendrils of magic. Above, passing in the light between the clouds, a dragon soared high. Reaching up towards the sky, he called out, and a ghastly chain sprung from the earth. It raced upwards, towards the dragon, chasing it with impossible speed. And the dragon roared in fury and pain, its soul shackled by unprecedented magic. Baran laughed. The others watched in amazement. Aegon stared, rapt with horror.