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Behold a Pale Horse
Themerlinhawk
Day one, Evening
Lord Shard
The ace of storms sheared through the outer metal door. Leaving a sheen of molten slag covering the ground. Stepping aside, Shard let the woman standing behind him step over the doorway. Her skin swam with liquid metal. Twilight Wardens moved to intercept her. Lashing out with her hands the metal on her skin extended and speared them through the heart as they advanced. Tossing them aside she moved out of the way. The next man through the door caused the temperature in the room to skyrocket. Following him came a another woman with eyes like staring into a shatter fractal.
Shard was grim as he advanced down the hallway. This was not the way it was suppose to be but the Twilight Council had given him no choice. Turning the corner another set of Twilight Wardens advanced with Kinetic shields in place. They were taking no chances; before they could speak the man with boiling skin stepped around Shard and hurled two bolts of plasma down the length of the hallway. The energy ripped through the shields and melted the Wardens.
Forgive me
The next door was blocked by another foe entirely. The woman covered in metal gasped. “Is that a….God Hunter?” Shard nodded in response. The second woman skipped forward and sent a rippled through the air. The seven foot tall grey skinned bald man with black eyes standing at the end of the hall turned but he did so as though he were moving in molasses. The woman with strange eyes snarled “How is it moving so fast?” Shard drew the Heart of Storms and shot the creature through the heart. “They were bred to kill gods. Why do you think?” With that he stepped over the dead God Hunter and sheared through the next door without pause.
The room beyond held a single platform and on it a single occupant. Shard extended his hand and a bridge of crystal formed between the edge of the room and the platform. The man looked up at Shard with clear hazel eyes. A smile spread across the man’s face as he stood and started across the bridge. “Well, well. I didn’t expect you to come looking so soon. Only a hundred years.” Shard folded his arms “I knew you were here the whole time, I just didn’t think releasing you was a great idea.
The Shard unslung the two swords on his back and handed them to the man “I held onto these for you.” The man studied them pushing his lank black hair out of his face. “Aw, the twin dragons how delightful.” With that he unsheathed both of the blades. One of them was a normal bastard sword with two straight edges, its hilt was a stylized dragon with a piece of amber held in its mouth. The second sword was slightly smaller with a single serrated edge and a single normal edge. The whole blade was set with a spine of onyx that ran almost to the tip.
“Oh yes this should be good.” As he said that the alarms went off. “Well, time to test it.”
With that the man strode through the doors and towards the oncoming tide of Twilight Wardens. Ego vox eclipsis He slammed the first sword into the floor and a thousand skeletal hands reached from the floor to grab the Warden’s Timent Umbra et luna sub pedibus With that each of the Wardens was wrenched from the ground and their necks cracked audibly. Ego praeco mortis And with that he lifted his other sword and the souls of the wardens were ripped from their bodies and sucked into the sword.
With that the man strode through the field of corpses. The woman covered in metal stared in awe at the display. “What have you done..” she whispered as Shard folded his arms.