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Grima had awakened, at long last. The Fell Dragon, the one who would lay waste to all of Ylisse. A thousand years had passed since the First Exalt had defeated him, and it was time for him to reappear. There was yet an issue for him though. He sensed no connection with his Vessel. The person whose form he would fill seemed just out of reach.
Perhaps not out of reach, he realized, simply distant. He could tell she was still alive, that she could still be reached somehow, in some way. She was just muffled. Yes, she was muffled. All he needed to do was push harder to get through to her. He needed to use more energy. A small price to pay. Finding her would merely be the first step. After would be the destruction. He would fill her vessel and use her to carry out his destruction.
Grima took a look at the world around him. It had changed. He supposed that was only natural. 1,000 years will change things. Everything being different was a natural consequence of the time that had passed. None of it mattered, of course. It would all be annihilated before too long. Grima wouldn’t be stopped this time.
What Grima couldn’t yet find was his vessel. The woman seemed to be nowhere within the world. The Fell Dragon considered for a moment that she may be beyond it, though he found himself skeptical. The thought of other worlds beyond this one wasn’t strange, but the idea that his vessel would be in one was. Still, he supposed it may be worth a look.
If he found her elsewhere, he decided he would lay waste to that land as well. It would be not only pragmatic, as he knew not if the inhabitants of another world could stop him, but also personal. It would be a slight against him, something that enraged him. He would make the land beg for mercy, and deny it.
Before too long, he had found her, and she was within a different world. It mattered not to him. She would still fall to his influence. She would be the vessel for the Fell Dragon, Grima.
