It is the end of the world.

That is just who Oroboros is. To reach her is to reach the end of the journey, where the seas fall away into space and Ragnarok comes calling. All worlds, all systems, have a limit and she lies at the threshold. Beyond her...

Something new.

Her tail is in her mouth. Blood drips through her jaws. The earth shakes around her as neon blue cosmic machinery rolls and crashes into place. Eerie light glows and a facsimile of a raven perches on her nose, and speaks in Adam's voice:

"Bite down."

Her jaw clenches. 

"Bite down, Oroboros," said the raven. "It is the only way through. You must finish what you have started."

Shimmering, eerie light runs along her scales. Some extend out like a hedgehog's barbs, spearing out into the air, seeking the gleaming pink heartlight that soars above. Blades and song crash, shattering the lances, sending them crashing into the ground like stalagmites. Oroboros shivers and grows larger, and then sinks her teeth another inch into the flesh of her tail.

This is a war between dragons; a flying flourishing magnificence, glorious in every possibility, and the low exhausted and sickened wyrm shot through with unnatural energy. Again and again they clash. Again and again the earth shakes, both from the impact of battle and the whir of ancient machinery. Again and again the voice of Adam. "Bite down." Again that gleaming pink spark seeks the toxic heart in the depths of Oroboros' core, and again she is driven back by the flailing defensive thrashing of that endless serpentine ring. Still she grows larger.

"Bite down," said Adam. "Through scale and flesh and bone. Bite down, Oroboros. It is the only way to keep what you have gained forever."