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Caradras glared at Edward for another moment longer. [i]It seems he now resembles humanity in both stature and foolishness. He is lucky I need him alive.[/i]

Annoyed with the man-dragon, he turned his attention back to pretty boy, who busied himself trying to sneak away. The young man's humility in the face of power carved out a Ravadon-sized soft spot in the old dragon's heart.
[b]"Ravadon..."[/b] the dragon rumbled, pointedly ignoring Edward, [b]"If you desire true glory, and not the vain pretense thereof which you have spilt thus far, stay your ground."[/b]

He looked to the Reaper.

[b]"Mark him."[/b]

The Reaper nodded, and stretched out its hand. Golden dust poured out from the wrist and swirled around Ravadon's entire body. The dust entered him from every pore, from his eyes, nose, mouth, sweat glands, everything. In a moment, his every nerve burned as this otherworldly magic rewrote every cell. On the back of his hand there appeared a mark resembling a diamond star. Then the dust surged out through his mouth and returned whence they came.

The Reaper lifted him to his feet. Caradras spoke again. [b]"Arise, Hero Ravadon. Open that letter you carry in your pocket, for it is addressed to you. Earn your glory, and fulfill your destiny."[/b]

With that, he rose to full height and resumed his march toward Midhaven Palace.