The underwater citadel has been raised.
The neural spell that had taken hold of Sylverstre has been removed. He and Copperskin are both battered and bruised from the fight. “Since when have you gotten so strong, brother?” Sylverstre quipped. Copperskin, panting, responded only in an intense flap of his wings. “Do you have any idea where our father is?”. Their father, an Earthquake Dragon, had vanished after the Cult of Graxis took over Sylvestre and imprisoned him. “You stay here Copperskin, I will go look for him.”
“No,” he replied, “I’m tired of sitting around. I’ve been stuck on an island for an ungodly amount of time. I’m ready to start trying to see the world like you do.” Sylvestre smirked and look towards the heroes. “Thank you friends. You have allies in us.” The two dragons, with an burst of speed and energy, took off into the air in attempts to survey the new land the heores have created.
But what of The Cult of Graxis? Graxis was an evil dragon with immense power until his power was weakened and flesh destroyed. His disciples live to harvest new pices from dragons in an attempt to create the strongest dragon possible to rule the entire world and parts thereafter. There must still be some of them lingering and surviving the immense world change that sought the destruction of islands and creation of the new continent.
And here is where our heores remain.