The Watcher

Only Zyla remained. She looked at Chyrlathyn with a stead gaze.
"I tried to warn them," she said. "I knew you wouldn't see reason."
Chyrlathyn lashed her tail. "You are the ones being unreasonable. You should be on my side."
"I am tired, mother," Zyla replied. "The prophecy returns and we bury it, and our enemy grows stronger. It is time for it to end, one way or another."
"No. Not yet. Not while I'm here."
"You can't kill us that easily."
"I don't need to kill you. I just need to lock you away where you can't interfere."
Zyla dipped her head in understanding. "I see. But you must know my brethren will not stop trying to help humanity."
"And they will always fail," Chyrlathyn replied. "Not even you can stand against me." She opened her mouth and released one last mighty roar. Zyla closed her eyes and sighed, fading away as she accepted defeat.