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He has waited five hundred years in human skin, heart softening yet never forgetting that this was not how he was meant to be; an untold amount of time before that he spent drifting unformed in the Primordial Sea, alone, feeling if not knowing just how much was lost.
He has been entrusted the task of witnessing and passing judgment, and he will carry it out to its bitter end.
Not only the other Archons—usurpers and inheritors of usurpers they may be—no, the one above them as well, who first descended to this planet and ripped the dragons' power away for their own twisted ends—they will all be judged, and they will all be found wanting, and perhaps then what's left of the dragon race may know peace.