Auden’s Blessing
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At last, the entrance of Valhalla was left empty—only I remained, along with the mechanically reorganizing soldiers.
A group of small skeletal dragons emerged from the perch platforms above, diving toward the bushes in the lower right. A faint, still-not-fully-ominous green glow from the young dragons flickered in a rhythmic pattern. They seemed to be surrounding something, growling in low voices.
Curious as I passed by, I walked toward them—and faintly saw a golden glimmer. Once I could see it clearly, I couldn’t help but rub my eyes. I hadn’t been mistaken: it was a four-winged golden dragon.