It was this. This was the reason they were here, this monster that called itself Cryovane. It was the reason Flicker and Keth and Eethyl had arrived to Phandalin. And they were the reason she had been awoken from that fel slumber. It was all for this moment, this chance to rid the world of a terrible foe.
And they would. She held a hatred in her heart for this monster that matched the angel's. She could feel Shahariel's power in her, and it burned to be unleashed upon the dragon. This was not the soft healing magics of Lathander. This was righteous vengeance. This was celestial wrath. Live or die, she - they - would see the dragon dead this day.