Wyrmseeker
WyrmseekerSummary
The prince draws near the Lightwyrm's abode, where he finds Emile bent on forging a pact to replace his sundered bond with Mercury. The race to claim the next dragon ally is on.
Dialogue
Euden: The Lightwyrm makes its home somewhere on those slopes.
Euden: But there's no time to take in the scenery. We have to hurry.
Ranzal: Yeah, but on an empty stomach?
Ranzal: I get we need to hustle here, but if we charge up those mountains without any grub, it's gonna be a one-way trip.
Notte: Food? We're getting food? Yes, please!
Cleo: I fear THAT may present an obstacle to any dining plans...
Imperial Soldier: The men are fed and geared for the climb, Highness. We depart on your word.
Emile: Then depart already! You fools have kept me waiting long enough.
Emile: Capture the Lightwyrm, and let's be free of this accursed sand trap.
Euden: Emile?!
Euden: He must be looking for the Lightwyrm.
Luca: Well, I suppose he needs a replacement for the Waterwyrm.
Notte: Good luck! What sort of dragon is gonna take HIM seriously?
Mym: Perhaps that's what the soldiers are for.
Mym: Regardless, Jupiter won't be amused. What's our plan, darling?
Mym: I'm perfectly happy to melt them all into a big puddle here and now, if you like.
Euden: I doubt the locals would enjoy mopping up molten soldiers.
Euden: Besides, I'd rather we didn't fight Emile.
Euden: He's a monster, but he's still family.
Euden: If we can see our way clear of this without bloodshed, I'd like to do so.
Cleo: I trust the Lightwyrm will be as moved by your kindness as I.
Luca: Then we'd better hurry up there if we want to find out.
Notte: Yeah! If we beat Emile to the top and forge a pact with the Lightwyrm, there's nothing left to fight over!
Euden: Sounds like we have a plan. Onward and upward!
Ranzal: Ugh. MORE climbin'? This is a lot rougher on big guys like me, ya know!
Cleo: When you say ＂the top,＂ do you refer to the summit of...THAT peak? *gulp*