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Just as Threek was about to cast his spell, things started blowing up. The two planes were bombarding the area and generating too much smoke and chaos for effective spell casting. With the view between himself and Threek obscured, Damien took the opportunity to relocate, in case Threek's glowing demon-shadow spell was still going to fire off. 

In a way, the loss of normal vision due to clouds of dust was an advantage for Damien, for for he had a gift that was unique to him. Not even among necromancers did any possess the ability to visibly see souls, but Damien could, ever since childhood, and it worked through walls, trees, down into the ground, and of course through dust. From his coveted vantage, he saw where Threek went and where Viral went (and possibly Mortanius). He saw the two come in contact with one another before the beastman went off with the planes, and through a break in the clouds, Damien also witnessed that Enki had miraculously been carted off. 

The dust was settling fast, and all that remained were Firebrand, Threek, and himself... and possibly some surviving fighters... who were probably fleeing for their lives at this point. Damien stepped out from behind a building holding a bit of his robe over his nose and mouth. "Viral has escaped." He told the armored demon who had so recently been thrown to the ground. "Two airships carried him and his construct off. I know not who they are or where they are going, but for now, Viral has been stopped. I'm not capable of following them, but I am certain they will return." Damien began walking away in a seemingly random direction. All he said then was, "I need to convene with my master." Where the hell was Vulga anyway? No worse for wear, the darkhearted human would find a quiet place to contact Vulga nearby. He didn't say Firebrand couldn't come along.