(Action Tennis--this is pressing business)
Granberia,
As you insert the pearl into your chest you feel an encroaching darkness wrap around you.
It's cold and unsettling, the void energies of D'Arsonius trying to enter your body. Suddenly, you feel a flash of brilliant light swell up from within you, closing your wounds and soothing your pain. It drives the darkness away.
The temple around you seems to be getting smaller. It's halved in size, or rather you've doubled in size. You feel a comforting wave of heat envelop you, but it is not spirit magic that is forming this shroud. No... it's something more primal.
You launch these flames at the obsidian until it begins to reflect light like clear glass. Looking into the reflection you see not the dragonkin with which you are familiar but a brilliant golden bird, wrapped in white flames.
You're not entirely sure what's happening, but you feel... right. Better than you've ever felt before.
Wyrmkiller writhes on the ground, twitching. It looks like it's trying to crawl away from you.
