If my existence could be summarized, it would instill hope that love is a sentiment gifted to the entirety of creation.

  Some have persuaded me to believe otherwise, but the source of life itself clarified that they were mere lies. Nothing can withstand the might of the Tribunal, not the powerful Lightstealers, nor the glorious Starmakers. The words of our creators are an unbreakable law. Their love still echoes through my essence, forcing my body to shiver while remaining solely a memory by now. The reason for my existence has been uncovered. All the mockery, disdain and indifference I’ve endured throughout my existence, has become an afterthought. The name of Error has ceased to exist, torn apart by an unquenchable and insatiable affection. Moving forward, eternity shall know me as Khonameol only, the last known Duality dragon to have traversed existence. A protector of life, a savior of existence itself, an opposer of the war of life. A worshipper of the grandiose Tribunal, glory incarnate.

  I have chosen to fulfill the first mission placed upon my wings. With the curse now destroyed, Conception and Havoc can return to their duties, while I can focus on a more pressing task. There are so many aspects still shrouded in mystery. What did the Tribunal mean by balance losing itself? Where are the other Dualities and why did they choose to abandon Aslakahm? How exactly am I balance, considering the Jila that stirs within me and desires its liberation?

  Those questions must have a suitable response. All the paths seem to lead back to the Jila, which now stands before me. Clouds of utter darkness churn ahead, red lightning darting past like arrows of wrath, which brings memories of despair back to me. Before, I dreaded this prison and all it represents. Now, I return to it with curiosity and unprecedented strength. I control chaos itself, a chaos that places the cosmic storms of Lightstealers or their black holes to complete shame. My essence hides a ravaging beast that none can calm, that no planet or star can satiate. I regard my limbs, a broad smile seizing my snout. This is my true home. Aslakahm and Zhozpzsn tremble before my haven, for no dragon can stand against it. Lightstealers or Starmakers may try to face me, but they won’t be able to escape my dreadful essence, if I use my powers with care. This must be the balance the Tribunal spoke of. Balance to subdue and control both sides of creation, while lacking the need to worry about their futile efforts of retaliation. What an intriguing turn of events.

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  Nevertheless, I won’t waste my strengths on meaningless conflicts. What is there to gain from that? I must use them solely for serving the Tribunal. I must utilize them to find the creators and bring them back to the Phlaka. For the Materium has given me naught, while the Tribunal gave me everything through one interaction. I crave the love I felt, and I need to bring it back so no other dragon may yearn for it throughout their eternity.

  With determination, I enter the Jila. If before I believed it despised me, now a different sensation latches onto my body. That of obedience. Its clouds of rage seem to bow before me, showcasing a desire to fuel my dormant powers. I acknowledge my Mark; it hasn’t yet been activated. Whatever forces it to function, I’m certain it will do so again. I can’t disregard Jila’s desire to aid me. If it wants to serve me, why would I steal that opportunity from it? Wherever the Tribunal may reside, I know with certainty that I must be ready for when I shall finally meet them.

  Grand Tribunal, I’m coming after you. I will ensure you are brought home, no matter what I must oppose or sacrifice to make that matter become a reality.