Your blade, blazing with golden radiant light, cleaves through Iymriths neck. The ancient blue dragon crashes to the ground, her body cracking the stone floor of the amphitheatre. Lightning arcs from her body one final time and then goes still. Sand settles around her enormous corpse. There is a moment of absolute silence. Then the storm giants raise their swords and roar in triumph. Iymrith, the Doom of the Desert, the puppet master behind the shattering of the Ordning, is dead.