The annual Festival of Flames has begun, intoned by a chorus of chains and fanatical murmurs gliding through the streets and alleys. The devout followers of the dragon cult stride through their hometown. A rushing stream of golden dragon fire at their back. Led by their high priestess, the flying beast cleanses the temples, shops and houses in a blazing inferno. In this targeted and not arbitrary manner, the city is purged and freed from the sacrilegious burdens of its inhabitants.

As the living embers leave the scaly nostrils, they ignite in a bright and scorching light, gleaming with sunset hues. Once enkindled, the souls of all things and people heed the call of this blessing flame. The shadows that now turn to fuel for the fire are denied every last refuge, and as it consumes them, the blaze turns a devilish green. The omen of the sinfulness of all life. But no source of corruption is endless, and as the evil burns away, only a pure blue glow remains, until it finally dies out in a final crimson ember.

With the end of the ceremony, the dragon is freed from his chains and the priestess of the sect ascends to the sky herself. Her transformation began during the celebrations and now she too takes on the form of a dragon, so that the tradition may live on through her into the next year.