[center]Interacting with: [@Dealdric][/center]

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The thick miasma of clouds that hung above the lands of Anu, cracked with lightning. Which was followed with a distance rumblings of thunder. The nightmarish land darkened further as it began to rain a foul liquid. Water mixed with some unholy substance, which blighted the land. It wasn't drinkable and agitated any skin that wasn't covered. The wind was also beginning to pick up, making the rain fall sideways. 

As lighting flashed again, there was a stand off in the making. Where once the Lesser Devils had tried to attack, thinking it an easy battle, they had halted once the mimics had chosen to reveal what they really were. In the darkness that was quickly suffocating the land, the devils eyes were quickly becoming the only vivid light available. For they bore wicked glares of hatred onset by the turmoils of hunger. They needed to eat, to fill their fiendish bellies with succulent man-flesh. More starving individuals began to salivate, the prospect of eating clouding their vision and driving them almost as crazed as the magician before them. 

Slowly, slowly, the hungrier Devils etched forward, clawing over rock and tree with eyes fixated on Deruga. If at all any of the lesser devils understood what the human spoke, they showed no signs of responding. The largest of the devil's there was one black as night, it's eyes crimson. Such eyes burned with understanding, for it was cleverer then most of its kind. 

The air became tense with anticipation. A lightning flash illuminated the land surrounding the ill advised travelers, it showed at least twenty glistening devils, wet by rain that did not affect them, and if not more that went unseen. Thunder then erupted around above, the likes of which could be felt to the very core. When it ended, the only sound was the rain whipped by fierce gale, which increased still. 

The black devil then whipped back its head, and screamed, sending the Devils down to attack the crazed magician and the mimics.