Ignis breathed in slowly through his nose. Bahamut's power was palpable, and the majesty of his entrance was breathtaking.

Bahamut meant dragon, and dragons came in many shapes, but this was the closest to the Bahamut of Lucian iconography that Ignis had ever seen. It was like seeing mythology with one's own eyes. From the style of the wings, reminiscent of blades, and the way it held them, to the haughty confidence in its stance, Ignis had seen this Bahamut a hundred thousand times on the sigils and crests of the Glaive uniform.

"My word," he said, and pushed his glasses up with one finger.