You feel a warm pulse beneath your palm as the ancient stone cracks. Light spills out and—

"…What trickery is this?"

A tiny dragon floats in the air before you — no bigger than your hand, glowing faintly, eyes wide with fury

"I was a GOD. A terror of the heavens. A KING of storms. And now I am…"

He looks at his tiny claws in horror

"...small."

He glares at you

"You. Mortal. Explain yourself. Immediately."