@Ace of flames01@OtomostheCrazyHannah Lane
Tower of Enacra
Month TwoSurprisingly, the battle was going well. The attackers were beginning to exhaust themselves, they had needed to clear out the upper floors to get this far after all. Added to the help of two Goddesses, even ones of things other than war, and the defenders were quite lucky. The Fae were better than Humans, physically at least, they were stronger, faster, more durable, but Gods were a thousand times better than even then. The battle was savage, but Hannah was beginning to hope.
Then it changed.
Hannah hadn't been quite sure what it was until a fireball was flung into her chest. Magic had returned. At this realization the battle reached new levels of chaos. Fire and ice were flung in equal measure all around the room, curses and counter curses went flying, and the tower was literally falling down around their heads.
A Lamensch, a soul pledged to Occus with a place in his realm, spinning past her head gave Hannah an idea. The dead could still reach Wickedeisos.
"Defend me!" She demanded loudly, prompting those still around her to form a defensive half circle. She began sucking in ambient magic so quickly she physically began to glow a brilliant purple color.
"To me!" She shouted, the power going to her head and distorting her voice into a slightly crazed tone. The Sorcerer began conjuring something to throw at her, but Aden was suddenly there, ripping into his neck with savage purpose.
She used two hands to channel the magic, the other two still held swords.
"For Occus," she said, an aura of calm overtaking her as she stared down the Goddesses.
"bring him back to us." She whispered. Then she shoved a blade through her own chest. The glow intensified as the blood sacrifice gave it power, turning it a deep red color, and then the life was leeched from her and the glow became impossible black. Her body disintegrated, and there was no Lamensch from her corpse. Instead a giant hole in space had formed, a portal unlike Ox's usual swirling violet that revealed nothing of the other side, this portal was instead a clear space of nothingness, showing the beauty of Wickedeisos clearly.
Golden grass seemed to glow under a violet sky at permanent dusk. Stars were like silver ornaments in the sky, shining brightly as if trying to make up for the lack of a sun. Haunting songs of a foreign tongue echoed through the dark trees, the soft green leaves of which swayed in an invisible wind, waving as if in greeting. Just past the trees a large doorway was carved from a cliff of a mountain. There was no darkness within, or anywhere, as the light of the stars passed through tree top and stone alike as if they were not even there, illuminating the depths of the mountain passage.
The loyal Fae immediately began retreating into the portal, and Aden quickly ushered the two goddesses towards the realm just as a large stone slab fell on one of the attackers. The whole tower was going down. Aden, being perceptive enough to know the compassionate goddesses would worry about them, clarified quickly; "Magic has returned, a portal has safely taken the children away."