However this last place was different, white sand, or was it ash coated the ground as a small breeze blew through the clearing. They were just outside some kind of structure and seemed to currently be standing on an extremely long beach. She pats Reima's ear to indicate her confusion and wariness.

Reima "Just relax, I think you'll find this next guy interesting." he says as he steps inside the structure, the lights dims as they both lay their eyes upon a huge figure that seems to be made from stone.

The Everlasting Dragon turns towards him, the sound of stone grinding against itself drowning out anything else. It's slitted eyes focus on his form and eventually recognise him, he wonders if it's pondering his previous offer that he'd given before he left.

Reima "Yo!" he waves at it, casually.

...

Reima "Youknow, it's hard to have a conversation with someone who doesn't talk. I'm here to offer you salvation, I won't be back so this is your only chance.

The dragon gives off an unG.o.dly rumble that shakes the earth itself, "You smell of Dragon's." it states.

Reima "Well, yeah. I've killed plenty. You coming or not?"

"Wish to sleep."

....

Reima "Ah... Ok, I guess I'll be goin then?" he says, taking the response as a refusal.

"Impossible to sleep if destroyed." it's rumbles out.

...

Reima "So, I take that as a yes then?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss" it says causing it's voice to echo through the structure.

Reima "Alright... Just bear in mind I have no idea how much magic this is going to take to do, so try not to resist it, ok?" he mutters as he walks up to the dragon and places a hand on it's stony scales. They vanish from the clearing leaving the only remaining inhabitant of Ash Lake the children of the Hydra Reima and Solaire had killed previously.

From Firelink shrine an earthquake can be felt, those present can only guess who's responsible but a perceptive few noticed that apart of the bridge leading to the Undead Burg had collapsed, the thing only barely supporting the weight of a gigantic dragon that'd appeared atop it... Even now the bridge was crumbling under it's ridicules weight, the fact that it's scales had begun to turn to stone only making it worse!

The bridge rumbles as Reima stands atop it, he tries to cast a featherlight charm on it but it's magical resistance refuses to allow it's weight to be lightened... Deciding to just hope the bridge doesn't collapse before he manages to get the big beast out of here he teleports to Firelink shrine where everyone was now staring at the Dragon.

Rickert had collapsed to the floor, apparently having fainted at seeing the Dragon...

Ciaran who'd lost many, many comrades against the ancient dragons glares at it before then focusing her attention on Reima. "What is the meaning of this? Bringing that monster here... Don't tell me you intend to bring it with us?!?"

Reima scratches his head, "What's your issue with Dragon's now? You didn't have a problem with Priscilla when she visited you right?"

Ciaran crosses her arms, "It's different, she's innocent of any crimes committed by her ancestors."

Reima "Yeah? Well I'm pretty sure that old boy up there literally did nothing but hide from it's kin and the G.o.ds. Found a cosy home in ash-lake that Solaire had found. We've both befriended it and it only seeks to sleep which doesn't seem to be harmful in any way to yourself or anyone else."

...

Ciaran "Fine. But Sif and I will keep an eye on it, if it should make one wrong move we will end it."

...

Reima "You think you can kill that thing?" he asks in disbelief while pointing at it.

Ciaran blushes under her helmet, "Not just us, I will persuade Solaire to a.s.sist us."

...

Reima "Did you not just hear that he's friends with the Dragon?"

Ciaran "Shut up." she finally says, turning and sitting on one of Sif's legs.

Reima "Can someone wake up Rickert? I'd rather not have my dramatic reunion ruined by some guy who'd pa.s.sed out and s.h.i.+t himself." he says while pointing at him.

No one seems to want to touch the man due to the smell coming from him but Snuffles is here to save the day, she hops off of his shoulder and directly onto his face. The impact is enough to awaken the man as Reima places the rabbit back on his shoulder via telekinesis.

Reima "Alright, I'm opening the portal for the last people remaining." he states as he tears apart reality and opens a pa.s.sageway to the Demon Ruins, he can see that everyone is already present with huge sacks of their belongings lying around. The first thing he notices is the many Chaos Servants, or more specifically their attires.

The regular Pyromancers were no longer dressed in burnt rags, instead they all wore grey robes with hoods embroidered in gold. Focusing on the large gold pendants that all of them had around their necks he spots a Dragon's Head carved into them. Their sleeves were blackened probably due to their overuse of Pyromancies however all in all the garbs look almost religious in origin...

The Pyreblades were similar and different at the same time, they wore grey robes which were lightly armoured with Chainmail and metal plates, the heaviest of which was focused on their main hands all the way up to their shoulders. Again the metal was dark, almost black and the gauntlets were marked black due to their use with Pyromancy. Their hoods were thicker than the Pyromancers, seeming to have extra padding and chainmail to add protection.

The Flame Guard also had vastly different armour than he remembered. They were covered in thick plates that extended outwards to promote strikes glancing off of them, their joints were protected by additional parts that undoubtedly increased their weight to a ridiculous degree. They also have grey robes under all the armour with hoods over their heads, underneath them they appear to be wearing thick metal helmets... Last but not least is the carving on their armour, in-fact everyone with even a piece of metal present has some inscriptions on it, depicted s.h.i.+ning warriors using lighting and fire to combat dragons, demons, undead and even G.o.ds.

Reima "What the f.u.c.k is going on..." he mutters.