"Do you like this Eternal Cradle?"
Gawain suddenly remembered the hatchling that had just awakened from the Hatching Sack and the joyful sound it made toward him. He thought about those Inferior Citizens in the Lower City District, who were muddled and lost, becoming mere nourishment for the gods due to their addiction to Enhancers and Hallucinogens. He also thought about that confusing and frenzied arena, where dragons fought fiercely... It was a dozen cold, steel machines battling, with brains and ganglia immersed in the hallucinations of Enhancers strapped to them.
These dragons were indeed still alive—but Talronde was dead.
"How terrifying," he suddenly whispered, "Life and death hold no value."
Then he paused and asked, "Can the Eternal Cradle be broken?"
