[center][h1][b]Reign:[/b] [color=yellow]Kingdom Come[/color][/h1][/center][center][h2]Chapter 3:D - Firewall[/h2][/center]
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Col and Bastian moved with painful purpose toward the glowing stone. They found that the flames around them were erratic and moved in no singular direction in particular. They went wherever there was fuel. It did help to warm them, but being so close to the flames began to do more than that. They felt the intense heat on their flesh. They gritted their teeth and bore it all the same. For the alternative was a fate far worse. The Wolfborn surrounded their fire. Always glaring, always watching. Eyes wide in anticipation. Pacing back and forth a good distance away from the flames. They licked their teeth preparing for the group's inevitable doom. There was no redeeming creatures like these whose nature was pure [i]evil[/i]. With no other purpose then to extinguish life itself.


Meanwhile, Lorenzo notched an arrow and fired it off toward the beasts. He could not tell if it had any effect. It seemed like a lost cause. Like holding back the tide with a tiny board. Marque felt a sensation of power shoot out from the stone. Then he heard in his own mind a still small voice, [color=9e0039][i]"Trust me."[/i][/color]

Suddenly, Marque and Lorenzo noticed the stone glow bright red. The ground began to rumble underneath them. At the same time, the flames around Col and Bastian fanned out into two separate firewalls directly toward the stone. They stopped a few feet before it. Their flanks, and rear was encased by the 6 foot tall flames 5 feet from them in all directions. It made the perfect path.. The Wolfborn snarled in rage and howled loudly behind the walls.[hider=Firewalls][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/narutofanon/images/e/ee/Sacred_Fire_Barrier_Wall.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130921012013[/img][/hider]Col and Bastian looked on in wonder at the bright display before them. Wasting no time, they began to run toward the stone. The leaves cracked beneath their feet. The fires shot out loud crackling of their own which blasted into the skies. Though the flames originated from Bastian, [i]these[/i] flames were of another nature entirely. Further and further they ran, being warmed on all sides. Their bodies felt vigorous and full of energy. Something supernatural was on their side. What kind of place had they come to? Unnatural winds, flames, wolves and stones. In all the years of their lives they had never experienced such things. Strangely, they did not hear the Wolfborn anymore as they made their way to Lorenzo and Marque. 

When they arrived, Merlin greeted his master with joy and nuzzled him, licking the warm face of Col. Martyrdom yipped in greeting to Bastian. Obviously happy to see he had made it. When they turned to look behind them they noticed the Wolfborn simply stared at them through the thick walls of flame. What they would do next was a mystery to the party. But the important thing was that they were protected by this stone or whatever was on the other side.

Then what was only a dull rumbling became a loud roar. The ground trembled even more violently beneath them. Earth shifted and fell. Crashing, breaking and tearing below their feet. It was [i]deafening[/i]. What one could describe as an earthquake shook the very core of the ground. The party fell over from the shock. Merlin neighed in surprise, but managed to keep Lorenzo on his back. Martydom barked. Through all of this, the stone remained even still and glowed ever brighter at each passing moment. 

All at once, it seemed time itself had slowed to a crawl. Everything fell silent. Not even a single sound could be perceived as the dirt caved in beneath them. It was as if the earth was completely hollow under their feet. Only the top layer had any substance to it. An empty black opening that encased them. They felt the sensation of falling, falling below into the silent abyss.