You all find yourselves victorious. . . ironically, Eric discovers that the dragon, which killed his people, bows down his horned, lizard like head to him. . . as if in homage. The dragon ghost phases through solid matter as it soars through the ceiling and just like that, it was gone, as suddenly as it came. The rest of you all face similar circumstances. . . The primitive men avenge those that the angelic being, Angelo, slew, or at least, they tried. . . even their supremely honed bronze weapons could not leave a scratch on Angelo's lowest level of angelic form. The mysterious began to cast a spell to close the portal, but found herself dead, through Angelo's blade. . . 

The Fridge discovered, that as he predicted, his Human interlopers were as impotent against him as all other rivals. . . yet all of you realize that there is something. . . big. Something big that you don't understand, somewhere behind the scenes, perhaps something is using you, or perhaps, you are just a unique quirk of fate.