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Hyggindi roars, banishing Gyo and Sareash. "And I must start anew. The Summoners must have the mana well and, if you will not cooperate, then you must be destroyed and new Summoners chosen. I do not care if it takes a thousand lifetimes, I do not care how many mortals must die, but it will be done!"

The eidolon turns to Ytias. "I have a use for you."

Hyggindi turns into a mist enveloping Ytias and his eyes turn dark red. "I am more than just an eidolon, Toni. I am the Right Hand of the Allfather."

Possessing Ytias, Hyggindi forces the man to turn into his natural form: a giant black dragon. "Good-bye, Toni."

Hyggindi resists his master's command as his body crackles with arcane energy. "I cannot allow that, Toni. You will do as you are destined to do."

"There is no reason to trust you, Ytias," Hyggindi says. "Even if you didn't attack Toska directly, you are associated with those who did."

Hyggindi interjects before Toni can speak. "If we do not retake Blackcrown, then its power shall fall into someone else's hands and it will inevitably cause strife. It's our responsibility to create peace."

"You weave such a fantastical tale about eidolons being conquerers and this well of power," Hyggindi says. "But we exist to bring balance to Zahvroma and drive out evil such as yourself."

"Continue your tale, Ytias...for what it is worth."

"We are planar creatures, much like devils and angels," Hyggindi says. "We have no souls to speak of. Your assessment is wrong, Ytias."

A winged serpent materializes before Toni. "I am here, Szef."

Hyggindi then takes in the figure at the throne. "Ytias..."