"Come one, come all, and witness the spectacle of the mighty Luminax!"

A deafening cacophany sent shivers down the spines of the gathered crowd as an Obelisk donning a rather ridiculous Luminax costume spoke to them all like a preacher giving a sermon. "They have risen once more in order to test our convictions! We must leave offerings for the mighty beast... Sacrifices, if you will!"

A gasp rang from the crowd. Two Faes near the front exchanged concerned glances while the one Imperial in the crowd snorted in derision. He had come to try and gage reactions, but... Surely these dragonfolk didn't actually believe the nonsense this Obelisk was spewing?

"Fool!" The Imperial finally said, stomping his foot in order to draw the attention of the masses. "You cannot approach this thing. It will kill us all!"

The Obelisk paused her sermon, regarding the Imperial for a moment before responding to him in a gentle purring tone. "I am... Surprised, indeed, to see one of your kind here. After all, it is the very existence of your folk that spawns these monsters. Is it not?"

Emery looked taken aback by the response, but nonetheless stuck to his guns. "Xanimul. What you are suggesting these dragons do is suicide. You really want us to run up, try to touch this behemoth that's destroying our flight's territory?"

The Obelisk - Xanimul - regarded him with a smirk. From underneath the mask he could see a hint of a purple eye, staring back with a high and mighty expression to them. She knew what she was leading them into, and she didn't care. She was only here for the blood sport that would follow.

"My friends." She purred. "Are you really going to listen to a beast aligned with that of the monster? Or myself, a prophet who'll show you to salvation?"

The answer was obvious. As Emery looked on in disbelief, dragons began to follow after the Obelisk in her Emperor cosplay. He stood back, knowing in his heart that they were waltzing towards their doom.