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Within the small cursed guide’s head, upon speaking to the aberration, they would be answered with—something they would both understand, while simultaneously losing slivers of their sanity in the forced translation of thoughts between.

“E҉҉r҉҉r҉҉o҉҉r҉҉e҉҉m҉ ҉d҉҉e҉҉l҉҉e҉..”

The scene descended further into chaos with each passing moment—embers rained from the sky, and debris and dust swirled through the air on searing gusts of wind. The shaman stood resolute within the maelstrom, her focus unshaken as she held the barrier, sweat beading and trickling down her brow. The creature could not perceive “matter” instead only being able to see black fog, and the residual energy of those receptive to it.

[color=BCC5D4]“Drop the barrier!”[/color]

A beast unknown to him burst onto the scene, charging straight at the feathered aberration. The sight jolted the black-scaled spearman, urgency rising like a fire in his chest. And with that fire flaring in his chest, the black smoke curling from Meko’s nostrils and between his teeth ignited into flame. Heat crackled upon his lips and bit the sides of his face as in that moment the area around the horned soldier became a hellish inferno. 

The creature floated above the battlefield, impossibly vast and silent, like a fragment of the moon torn loose and given wings. Its alabaster form shimmered faintly, untouched by the chaos below. Soon, the aberration’s gaze fell upon the simulacrum—a radiant anomaly in its murky world, burning like a solitary torch in the dark. The beast pries itself from the barrier and—dashes away from the massive dome of pressurized wind just to be caught by the assault of many who waited for an opening. Tooth and nail ripped through feather and scale, layer by layer, until glowing blood poured from the aberration’s torn flesh. The massive feline would notice that the moment this massive avian’s blood touched their tongue, it would instantly vaporize to form a foul tasting vapor that burned the inside of the predator’s mouth.

Blindingly radiant energy erupted from the angelic figure, striking the aberration—but it didn’t flinch. Its focus remained fixed on the spider’s conjured manifestation. Wounded, but not close to death—marching on as the creature finally reached the ashen soil below it would crawl clumsily and rapidly towards the font of mana. The third eye centered upon the aberration’s head would blink before glowing a faint golden hue.. and then flash so bright that anything in its direction would be blinded as a small solar flash emitted from the ocular. In that direction a vacuum of force so strong would occur that the earth itself would be drawn towards the creature , absorbing every ounce of energy that the eye was cast upon.

[color=gray]“Now! Go for the eyes!”[/color] Baldr shouted as he, along with Meko with their spears on hand charged for the abberation’s head aiming to skewer the beast’s vision.

The heat that radiated from the scaled spearman would cease as his spear began to glow a white-hot glow within his hands, sizzling from beginning to end as he drove the jagged edge forward towards the right eye. While Baldr would simply use some form of “magic” to enhance his motor functions as black vapor whipped around his arms and legs to increase his speed, surging him up several feet above the aberration before crashing down onto the beast’s head. Strangely, the white blood oozing from the beast’s wounds didn’t vaporize on contact—instead, it sparked into tiny flashes of light whenever it touched the spearman’s weapons.

[color=brown]“I’ll prepare the Rite.”[/color] The shaman would calmly speak out loud.

But just then?..

Blackened flesh splits apart with wet cracks, and from the gaping wounds, immaculate white feathers erupt like some perverse rebirth. Hollow eye sockets burn with a haunting golden glow as the corpses begin to stir—shambling, broken things dragging themselves free from the mound of the dead. One of these would be just beside the shaven head woman who seemed to be floating between despair and delusion, looking to them for a moment before ignoring the woman and making their way towards the individuals fighting the aberration that gave the corpse new life.

[color=BCC5D4]“By the earthly saints— it’s a Malachim?”[/color] Meko groaned out in annoyance.