A young woman paces a throne room, but it's not in the human palace. An older man chuckles from his throne. "Calm down, Amrallatha. You'll be fine." "But sir, if I mess this up,... this is our last chance at peace, to stop the bloodshed-" "Yalanilue." "Yes, your Majesty?" "You'll be fine." Yalanilue sighs. "Right, fine. I'll be great, nothing to worry about." "Now go." The woman dips her head and turns into a dragon, then she flies to the world of the flesh races.