And Dracarys spake: "Tis almost time to rest, for thy offending sayings art there no more. Well, thou hast fought for many a year, so thy tarnished words shall become thy blessing for they shall be cleansed through my doing." And Dracarys wandered alone, for what did his soul hunger by night and in labyrinthine paths... And all his wandering: a necessity was it merely, and a makeshift of the unhandy one. To fly only, wanteth his entire will, to fly into the abyss of void. And trembling with devine desires holy Dracarys spake unto the tarnished words: "Thou abyss of light! Gazing on thee! Thou art the shadow that lurks! Begone, and shame to thee!" And thus was it, that the words did arise into the air at the words of holy Dracarys. And there was much rejoycing.