On the quiet cave where a specific golden scaled dragon slumbered, a soft breeze past. The dragon wearily blinked its eyes open, aware of the new event. Their knowledge was ever so great, that whatever happened to his creations, they knew so simply.
A small grin cracked on the dragon's face.
"Good job, Raanan, wherever you may be. You have made not just me -" They paused. "But your very own soul proud."