Jorgen and Jacinth were transfixed by the sight of Pa- Shun rolling slowly by with a sound so deep they could feel, but not really hear it. Never in Jorgen's wildest dreams would he have imagined actually seeing any god whilst still alive, let alone a spirit so powerful, so magnificent as Pa-Shun, the Ancient One- bringer of thunder; voice of the ancient heavens; creator of the Mysteries and Destroyer of the Bronze Throne.
It was, of course, great news that she had been successfully summoned- assuming she decided to intervene in their cause when the moment came, as the Guardian Host were planning. Her appearance gave Jorgen and Jacinth much hope and inspiration, but dragons, godly or otherwise, could never be relied upon to see things from the same point of view as other mortals. The idea that Pa-Shun might just hover in the skies and watch as the Ugrik broke loose across the mountains was something so soul-destroying, Jorgen would keep it to himself.