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With each tick of the clock, the thunderous beat of wings against the wind grows louder, nearer. [color=brown]“Soul source?”[/color] the shaman asks with an arched brow. [color=brown]“Perhaps you’re speaking of Ki?”[/color] Confusion was apparent upon the shaman’s face before her eyes flash a silver glow and another geometric sheet fills the second layer of the barrier.

Though his eyes remained locked on the ashen veil cloaking the heavens, Meko felt a flicker of irritation coil in his gut at the flame-headed one’s remarks.

It was enough to rouse the scaled captain from his silence. [color=BCC5D4]“You are strangers here, unbaptized in the rites of this land. Unless you wish to fall beneath the Scaled God’s sway, I advise you: wield your fists, or take up timber.”[/color] Once those words are spoken, his yellow irises that shimmered unnaturally narrowed upon the woman with the shaved head.

[color=BCC5D4]”You’ve never seen?.. Black Mist?..”[/color] The black scaled spearman’s curiosity seemingly spread from one survivor to the next, sparking the most confusion out of Baldr.


[color=gray]“The strangeness continues to grow with these wanderers. Perhaps, it would be wise to bring them to the nearest Pyrekeeper?”[/color] The blonde asked.

Amid the most harrowing of times, fragmented voices wove through the air as if stitched together by despair. Then, in a heartbeat, a colossal creature emerged through the smoky sky—a being with three unnervingly vast eyes and plumage that shimmered like midnight. From its feathers dripped a ghostly white substance, vaporizing instantly upon contact with the ashen earth below. In no less than an instant, the creature clocks upon the signatures of multiple individuals among the group, looking primarily at [@ERode], [@Kronshi], and the manufactured being puppeted by [@TheMushroomLord].

With the swiftness of a white comet, the three-eyed beast dove toward the shaman’s protective barrier, crashing into it with a resounding impact. As its body connected with the magical shield, it let out a painful hiss, buffeted by raging winds that tore at its feathers and scales.

A strange smell filled the air.

It was hard to describe, not quite pungent, but it stung the nose like a harsh aroma of chemicals being breathed in that should not have been. Like fire in your lungs and insects crawling from the back of your throat and burrowing down your neck it would itch. The few that came into contact with the spears forged in the blood of a god would find this smell, even through this strange sensation enthralling in the worst kind of way. Beckoning you to breathe it in like sickly sweet smoke.

The shaman’s barrier remained, but the fractals of interwoven translucent ether stretched until a few of those lattices snapped from the creatures force. 

A few of those strange translucent white droplets would find their way onto the corpses of fallen soldiers in those piles, and upon making contact with their charred skin, feathers would rapidly begin to grow. Those that his within these piles of corpses would before this strange happening notice that many of these corpses still had a weight and looseness to their bodies that isn’t normal for bodies that have been slain in such a horrendous way. Despite the lack of breathing, it was almost as if they were still alive.