“I know you will,” the Chronicler said with a small wink. “And… and what of young Spyro?” he asked feeling his heart sink. Bright red scales turned to a nearly angelic sea blue. “But will I be ready?” Ignitus asked as he felt his body slowly beginning to change. This has been my duty for many millennia. “A worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs and failings of that age. “With each new age,” the Great Chronicler continued. But perhaps now… he finally had earned his happiness. But what a cost he’d paid in the process. He’d given his life to save this world, and rebuild it. The young dragon he’d helped raise was now simply ashes in the wind. But now so was the young dragon who defeated him. Malefor had been defeated and his taint was gone forever. “Yes, I do wonder indeed…” the newcomer pondered. “Be welcome friend, I’ve long been expecting you…” he said. He turned, seeing the newest arrival to his realm. In a realm unseen by the eyes of mortals, the Great Chronicler found himself opening a new chapter in the pages of history. They’d been in this together from the very beginning and they would be together to the very end. Cynder knew she should go, run to a safe place and not have to witness this. He knew he had to stop this, even with his last breath. And all eyes now turned to one purple dragon who in all honesty deserved one very long rest. The world was breaking apart with magic bursting at the seams. The current world was being shattered and ripped apart before being born anew piece by piece. Would it be an age of fire and destruction, blood and warfare? Or would it be something new? An age of peace and tranquility, of love and friendship? Spyro did not know.

A world was torn asunder, and in the process, a new age was dawning.

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