Where was that damned dragon? Probably late. Maybe he was dead. Blades did his own job. The snow pelted him like arrows in combat. The wispmother on the way up didn't help Jacob's mood either. Gods, where was he? Suddenly, a dragon roared, and Parthuurnax landed.
"Climb upon me. I cannot explain. Krosis."
Jacob climbed to the old dragon's neck, and flew off. Parthuurnax was first to speak.
"Alduin was not defeated. Not truly. While not having the soul of a dragon, you should have absorbed it. You did not. He is returning, with a new plan. To form an army of dragons instead of letting them roam free. His body and soul are separate, he is ethereal, but commands his comrades. He must be defeated. Do you have anything to say?"
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