[The rest of her phrase turns to absolute ash in her mouth as Noctis continues. Where wouldn't the Dreadwyrm's shadow follow? Castor has to try to keep her face from falling. To keep herself from falling back into the fires of her own memory.]
The Draconian, huh? Eorzea calls 'im the Dreadwyrm. An Elder Primal, sommat near 5000 years old. 'E was trapped in what we thought te be a moon until recently. Couldn't be unsummoned; couldn't escape. When the moon was brought down, 'e damn near destroyed Eorzea an' everyone on it.
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[The rest of her phrase turns to absolute ash in her mouth as Noctis continues. Where wouldn't the Dreadwyrm's shadow follow? Castor has to try to keep her face from falling. To keep herself from falling back into the fires of her own memory.]
The Draconian, huh? Eorzea calls 'im the Dreadwyrm. An Elder Primal, sommat near 5000 years old. 'E was trapped in what we thought te be a moon until recently. Couldn't be unsummoned; couldn't escape. When the moon was brought down, 'e damn near destroyed Eorzea an' everyone on it.