After stepping through the portal, we caught up with Dagda. She was positioned just outside of another large clearing atop the mountain. Decima was just ahead. Together, we entered, and Decima's enraged voice boomed across the mountain. Her brother was dead, and the fight ahead did not look forgiving. While she was similarly weakened, her ferocious storms raged on. To my surprise, Poky's voice boomed against the titan's. He harnessed all of his contempt and misery for what the titans had inflicted on his people, and we all followed his charge. Decima, knowing that this was the end, called out that she'd meet her brother in the fire. The Stormsinger was felled. Despite our victory and growing optimism, the group was severely fatigued; only Dagda and I were ready for another fight. Barbed Vale volunteered to watch over Stoic Alder and the others while we moved on toward Waiting Sorrow and Ura. Just a little further to go before Janthir's blight is quelled.