Jian breathed in deeply, as he stood shoulder to shoulder with his people.
Standing at the northern shore to which they had retreated to, they faced the jungle ahead, as monsters clashed above it.
A hybrid winged Devil soared through the sky of Zrosian daybreak, wielding two massive fiery halberds, one per hand. Brazath shook the very air around himself as he flew, his wings spewing flames and frost as he swung his weapons with hellish power.
Moving without thought, the Devil Prince was a whirlwind of death.
Faced with the undead Ascal, as he expertly parried the Devil’s attacks with the metal end of his staff. His senses heightened by the undead energies which surged through his mind and body, still at best Ascal could only hold Brazath at bay.
As the drums of battle below, played.
As from the jungle, corpses, skeletons and mounds of mangled flesh, walked out.
Hundreds…
Thousands…
Jian stopped trying to count as his mind approximated over a million, far beyond what he had ever seen, far beyond even joint Zrosian army.
A horde of monstrosities approached, and his bow was ready.
But his hand shook, Jian trembled as he knew…
He knew it matters not how many he slew, how many he defeats. As there was simply too many, and none of their lives mattered.
None of them had lives to speak of.
Jian knew, that every man and woman he stood with now, would soon be dead or undead.
And this knowledge drained him from any potential at anger or frustration.
Jian, as did many amongst the Zrosian…were filled with acceptance.
They all accepted, that this was a s*** day to die.
And as the drums played.
As the horns sounded off the dreadful tunes, and arrows filled the sky.
As cannons, ballistae and mages barraged the horde, joining into the melody.
Just as emotionless as the coming undead, the Zrosians charged.
Shouting as one, but this was no battle cry.
This was no cry of battle…This was a cry of despair.
And filled with that despair, they each stepped forth.
They each swallowed their pride and honour, and put everything they had into bravery.
As they all knew, bravery was the last thing they had left, a tiny hope at being remembered.
Even though, none of them had any hope remaining; Stolen away, by the empty sockets of the risen dead which faced them.
Which charged at them, their seemingly frail bodies, filled with power beyond this world. It drove the dead forth, maddened souls thirsting for redemption…hungering for blood.
And as his form appeared out of the horde, even the Zrosian’s despair was cut short.
As Kailu’s scythe shredded through their numbers like a hot knife slicing through butter.
Smiling, ecstatic by his surroundings, Kailu fought full-heartedly.
Enjoying every swipe, every step, every passing moment filled with blood and gore.
Kailu felt power fill him like nothing before, as he sensed each and every wayward soul which thrashed madly around him, tearing away at the living they faced.
Each death, each wound, each drop of blood which filled the air.
Empowered him.
As such, Kailu bellowed, “No more, shall we kneel. No more, shall we lay in shackles…No more…Xilfir I am, and free I stand!” He shouted, drowning the hearts of his enemies with the coldest of fear.
As they saw not a Xilfir stand before them.
And if had they survived coming within his sight.
Any one of them, would sing of a Demon wielding an ungodly scythe, walking this land of dead rising back from the earthly grave.
They would sing.
They would cower.
They would wish they could forget…but alas.
Kailu left no survivors.
So, no song could be sung.
Not unless Ascal had anything to do with it, as he watched the boy lead his risen army from above, barely keeping up with a Devil King’s spawn. Ascal watched what he wished he could be, having seen the spark of destiny within the boy’s own eyes and not his own.
Ascal knew what had to be done.
As he briefly retreated from the Devil’s range, Ascal faced Brazath with his undead eyes.
“Hah! Had enough now!?” Brazath exclaimed, arms wide as he chuckled. “Do you give up? Or shall I make you!?” A fanged grin across his face as he met the Lich’s gaze.
“Give up? But I’ve only just begun…” Ascal mused, spinning his staff back face-up.
He glanced at the skeleton’s crimson eyes, as the tendril of darkness still lay fuelling the weapon albeit having travelled so far from his hourglass.
Ascal smiled, for he had called out to summon the hand of a Death God, but he knew that in return he had received something much worse.
Ascal, sensed the difference within the connection. He sensed the hell within those eyes, and as those eyes realised that he had, the deception fell.
The skeleton’s eyes shifted from a bloody crimson, to dark violet.
“Whoever you are,” Ascal whispered, “You cannot outsmart me, but, I’ll have to admit…” He turned to face Brazath, confusion now filling the Devil’s expression as he heard this Lich speak with his own staff.
“I came here, ready not just to die, but to disappear. To watch each and every one of my men fall dead. To be remembered as a martyr…” Ascal sighed, “I cannot defeat this Devil…But you can…can’t you?”
No response came from the staff, no more than the eyes briefly shining brighter, even then Ascal questioned if it was merely a figment of his own undead imagination.
Yet still, Ascal knew what he had to do.
He couldn’t sense it before, but it couldn’t hide now, not as it fuelled itself by the thousands of undead which surrounded it.
Ascal sensed Kailu’s weapon resonate, with each soul cut down, with each corpse walking, with his very staff.
Ascal sensed it, and he sighed. Clenching the staff, he turned, giving his back to Brazath. “Very well, then, can’t say I’m not intrigued by the smallest chance of…further glory.” Dropping his staff, he then felt the searing energy fill his insides as Brazath’s axe-blade dug into his back.
Turning his head about, Ascal saw the Devil Prince’s maddened grin, disappearing as Brazath then saw Ascal’s amused smile.
The Devil’s eyes moved downwards, seeking the falling staff, yet he did not see it anymore.
“What…No!” Brazath exclaimed, shredding through the Lich’s body, he dissipated his weapons before grasping Ascal’s now beheaded skull.
As it continued to smile.
“What have you d-done!?” Brazath asked, caught off-guard and unsure for the first time in this realm, the Devil Prince did not understand Ascal’s actions at all.
And that…fuelled him with rage.
Brazath wouldn’t be outplayed by some parlour trick, Brazath couldn’t be outsmarted…Or at least, that is what the Devil told himself.
As he met Ascal’s dissipating smile, as the Lich spoke five final words. “Honestly?…I don’t even know.” Laughing hysterically thereafter, even when Ascal’s voice had stopped and his head had dissipated, Brazath still heard the laughter ring within his mind.
As suddenly he sensed a rise in energy below.
Looking back down, he now saw the staff.
As Kailu held it in one hand, as he stared up with wide eyes at the rest of Ascal’s body, falling whilst it dissipated to dust.
The ground around him shook then, Kailu was forced to take a step back, as the monster of a Devil Prince landed down before him.
Crushing dozens of undead merely beneath his feet, Brazath loomed over the young Xilfir.
“So then…Are you the last resort!?” The Devil Prince exclaimed, and Kailu was frozen solid before him.
All that he had just said, it meant nothing anymore to Kailu as he stood below this monstrosity of a being.
Fear, fear filled Kailu as he faced Brazath.
Knowing that there was no way he could fight this beast alone, or even with a million undead corpses.
Still, through that terror Kailu responded. “I’m just the beginning,” Kailu said, unsure where those words had come from, unsure why he moved at all.
Kailu struck at the Devil, only to be parried away by a simple slap of the hand.
His scythe being sent flying through the air, it landed all too far for Kailu to recover, as Brazath next kicked at him.
Sending Kailu soaring this time, the young Xilfir tumbled over the bloodied shore, grasping onto the staff for dear life as he rolled over reddened sand.
Coming to a stop, Kailu briefly stared up at the rising sun above, taking in a deep breath before standing back up.
Seeing the undead army around him falling inanimate to the ground, due to Ascal’s disappearance.
Seeing the light within Ascal’s staff dim, then dissipate, Kailu threw it aside.
Breathing heavily, hearing his own heartbeat drumming away within his ears.
Kailu stood tall, facing the impossible foe before him.
As Brazath chuckled, “Of course…A farce! To piss me off…After failing! That damn corpse…” the Devil Prince reasoned, sensing the power within Kailu draining away.
Brazath stepped forth, smiling widely, eyes focused on the mongrel before him. “Such a brave little child…Such a poor fool! Your master is dead, your Emperor will be next!” He exclaimed with great amusement.
Kailu couldn’t feel his own body anymore at this point, the terror freezing him stiff, still he forced himself to remain standing. (“Move…Damnit…Move!”) He mentally shouted at himself.
As he trembled, as his body shook.
As the voices returned…
(“You cannot move boy, you cannot match this one’s aura.”) The being in his mind explained.
(“Even then…I have to move! I have to…I have to!”) Kailu struggled, as the Devil’s full power befell upon his small body, holding him in place.
As Brazath now stepped to stand over Kailu once more.
Raising his hand up, a crimson hammer appeared within it.
“Brave, Foolish, and now…” Brazath slammed his hammer downwards, “DEAD!”
(“I have to fight!”)
But he stopped, Brazath’s hand pausing mere feet from crushing Kailu.
His eyes widened, aghast with surprise.
Kailu had moved, Kailu had managed to move, as his fist lay planted into the Devil Prince’s leg.
Having done nothing at all, but utterly piss Brazath off, as the monster’s expression warped with rage.
(“Hah…Well done.”) The voice then said, (“Now…It’s my turn.”) It mused.
Brazath’s expression then returned to surprise.
As the Scythe suddenly returned into Kailu’s grasp, the boy’s eyes now pitch black as he stared straight into the Devil Prince’s.
Losing its form, the Scythe turned fully to darkness and engulfed Kailu, forcing Brazath to step back and away.
The tendrils of darkness swirled, quick and sudden movements, they formed a sphere the size of Brazath himself.
As out of nowhere, the staff rose up and dove into the sphere, disappearing within…
Followed, by the thousands of corpses which splattered this beach they stood on.
Barraged by flesh, Brazath flew away, taking perch up in the sky he watched the amalgamation of dead squelch and squish as the black hole devoured them all.
To the very last bone, the orb of darkness absorbed it all.
A pause then followed, a moment of cold silence.
Followed by the dark orb dissipating, revealing Kailu within.
Unchanged…
Unarmed.
Until a dark hole opened within his chest.
And out of it, first a skull rose out.
Wickedly black, horned too, the skull was unlike any being of Faetera.
Following the skull, was a staff of bones, as it bent forwards whilst pulling itself out.
Ending, in two double-edged and curved blades.
The whole thing was massive, sending an explosion of sand as it fell to the ground before Kailu.
As Kailu himself fell to his knees, breathing heavily, he couldn’t even explain to himself what he had just felt.
As the weapon lay before him, all too large for him to wield, still he placed his hand upon its handle.
Dark tendrils of violet energy grew out, surrounding his arm and holding the weapon tightly into his palm.
Kailu raised it, effortlessly just like before albeit its size.
He, just as Brazath, scanned the weapon’s appearance.
Its dreadful accessories of bones and remains.
Its wicked blades, wide enough to slice off a Mammoth’s leg with enough force.
And…Kailu then saw the inscription at its peak, laying at the widening staff between the two blades.
He rose to his feet, staring at the symbols…at the words he somehow understood.
Kailu read the inscription as a single word, as a name he thought…
And that name read as…
“Zeokul…” Kailu whispered, and the skull’s eyes lit up violet.
“Hah…Hahahaha~” The skull laughed, “Guess who’s back?” as Kailu suddenly felt himself being lifted off the ground.
Hovering now, he glanced about with wide eyes, as a wind-like force spun about him.
Forceful it was, as it tore at the ground. The mana was physical, he realised.
“This, is aura kid.” The Skull explained, sensing his thoughts.
“Aura?…” Kailu mused, feeling a connection with the energy, feeling control over it as it surrounded him.
“W-w-w-wait wait! Who in hell are you?!” Brazath stuttered, paling at what he sensed within the scythe.
As the skull’s violent sockets shone brighter at his question, “For Eons I’ve slept…Through realms I’ve travelled. To this one I arrived…Oh who the hell am I kidding, none of you all would f****** know the Devil that is me!” it exclaimed, a crooked smirk forming through its bony mouth. “I am Zeokul, descendant of Wrath. And I’ve been watching, I’ve been listening. Hah, how interesting this world is…”
“D-Descendant of…Wrath!?” Brazath exclaimed, sheepishly chuckling then. “Impossible! I-Impossible! The Original Devils were wiped out before this realm even flourished life!”
Yet the skull chuckled, “Oh so you…Ahem…So you do know of me.”
“Actually no…I’ve never heard of you. Who the hell are you!?” Brazath exclaimed once again.
“I don’t know either…” Kailu whispered, still wide-eyed as he stared at the weapon within his grasp.
“Heh, neither have I, care to share?” Then spoke a voice from behind them, as the ground nearby Kailu rose up.
From beneath, a skeleton ascended, fleshless and unclothed it wiped the dirt off its bony body.
“A-A-and…” Stuttering once more with further confusion, Brazath’s expression twitched with frustration, “Who’s this!?” he demanded, a headache quickly forming as he was utterly lost at this point.
“Ascal, you know, the guy who just…Oh nevermind.” Ascal sighed, somehow, “So we killing one another or what?” He then asked to the awkward situation.
“R-right!” Kailu agreed, stiffening into a stance as he refocused on the Devil Prince before him.
Seeing that, Brazath’s body trembled where he stood, as his gaze lay lowered to the ground.
Brazath shook, as his eyes twitched, as his lips quivered.
Confused,
Enraged that he was,
Brazath snapped.
As his gaze rose up, eyes aflame as more and frost suddenly burst out of his widening wings. “I’M DONE WITH YOU ALL!” He bellowed out, sending the sands about them blasting aside, as he soared forwards.
“Ah, well.” Ascal coughed, “I’ll be watching from…elsewhere.” He mused, before his skeletal body suddenly sunk into the ground.
“S-S-Sir Ascal!?” Kailu stuttered in surprise as Ascal strategically retreated…
Then finding himself faced with a maddened Devil, as Brazath summoned forth a massive two-handed fiery blade from hell, cleaving into the scythe while Kailu raised it before himself defensively.
“You’re facing the wrong way shrimp!”
A resounding clang filled the air as the two weapons clashed, each combatant feeling the hellish energy vibrating through their bodies as they met.
Cackle, snarling and fuming with frost and flame, the Half-Angel Half-Devil pushed his face into Kailu’s, sneering. “You hold power, within you flows the strength of hell…I sense it!” Brazath exclaimed, suddenly shifting his stance, Kailu found himself being sent flying aside as the prince spun.
Regaining his balance several feet away, Kailu once again found Brazath charging.
“Yet…Young…Foolish…Unexperienced…” Brazath mumbled to himself, as he grinned, as his weapon split into two halberds once more. Knocking aside Kailu’s scythe with one, his second cleaved down towards the boy.
“Untrained!” Brazath bellowed, growling later as a forcefield of violet energy surged to block his attack. “I won’t-”
“Oh shut your blabbering,” The skull mused, as the violet energy suddenly burst, sending both combatants soaring away from one another.
Immediately regaining balance, Brazath though did not charge again, cautious now he studied his strange foe…foes?
As Kailu stumbled to retain his, wielding this massive scythe albeit weightless was still beyond him.
“Oh yeah, this kid’s got much to learn.” Zeokul chuckled, as Kailu felt something surge within him. “And I’ve got plans, to teach him. Yet, I can’t have my vessel be destroyed now before that…can I?” As the bound Devil’s voice grew fiercer with each word.
Kailu, suddenly let go of the scythe, as agony filled his body.
“Don’t resist it boy.” Zeokul said as a barrier of violet formed around Kailu.
As Brazath took the opportunity to attack, summoning forth blades, axes and spears.
Spewing hellish flames and unholy ice.
Yet the barrier held.
Kailu keeled over, screaming, it felt as if his gut was afire.
His skin beginning to exhume a blackish smoke.
And as Kailu screamed,
As Brazath unleashed his full power on the barrier,
Zeokul chanted.
“I am…the incarnation of destruction. I am…Haha…the depiction of the end.”
The other worldly Devil chanted, “How did it go again?…Ah right.” to which Kailu’s form began to change.
“Custom School;”
Time seemed to slow down, pausing Brazath’s assault on the breaking barrier.
As lines of bright violet energy formed all over Kailu’s body, flaring up like flames before his very skin began to crack.
Then shatter, Kailu’s skin turned to dust revealing the now violet pulsating flesh and muscle below, his blood glowing a dark purplish hue as it did not drip out.
Kailu’s eyes turned black then, and his screaming paused, his now skinless face filling with a calm expression.
As two horns grew out of his head, alongside a single horn from his forehead. All three curved back, and grew longer as violet lightning-like energy pulsed through them.
The energy surged out, blasting the barrier and shattering it outwards, recontinuing the normal flow of time as Brazath was sent flying far back.
“Chaoz;” Zeokul now spoke through Kailu’s changed body, as his form grew…
As he rose to his feet and began walking towards Brazath.
The Devil Prince, enraged still, charged once again.
Summoning forth wicked claws of hellish metal around his wrists, Brazath bellowed his warcry as he advanced at top speed.
As in the distance before him, Zeokul grew faster than he should have from the prince’s perspective…
Slowing down, Brazath took one last step as he came standing before Zeokul.
Who now stood four times the prince’s own monstrous height, and as the now correctly sized scythe flew into this new Devil’s hand.
Zeokul’s flesh was suddenly covered by a dark-purple carapace-like armour, as his fingers elongated into dagger-ended black claws.
As his face, grew into a snout.
And a tail burst out from his behind, night black as the rest of him, it ended with a crooked blade for a tip.
Zeokul’s snouted face grinned widely, as he glanced down at Brazath. “You wished to know who I am? Bow, puny Devil of this new generation, for I am Zeokul Descendant of the original Wrath.” Stomping his foot down, Brazath was forced to take a step back due to the tremor it caused. “Cursed by the Gods of another world, outcast from Hell, once Dreadknight, Lich killer…but,”
Zeokul’s grin widened, “You can call me daddy.”
Fury filled Brazath as he soared up, bellowing maniacally and incomprehensibly, the Devil prince spun like a whirlwind as he clashed with this monster’s clawed hand.
Zeokul, with a mere slap, sent the prince tumbling over the sands.
As if, he had just swatted away a fly.
“I…will not…be…” Brazath croaked out, as he rose from being buried beneath sand, wings spreading wide as his eyes shone red and blue. “BE MADE A FOOL OUT OF!” The Devil prince exclaimed as miasma spewed out of his body.
As his weapons dissipated, Brazath raised his hands forth. “Minions of my master come forth, From the deepest depths of the void! Crawl, slither and stomp, Growl! Bellow! Roar!” Brazath chanted, as tendrils of hellish energy formed all around him.
“Devil Script; Apocalypse Chapter; Seven Realm Summoning!” Brazath bellowed, and rifts tore open before him.
Seven in total, each just as large as the monster he faced.
And out of those rifts, a monster each stepped out.
“This takes…a lot out of me…” Brazath weakly mused with a sneer. “But nothing will stop me, from concluding my plan!” He cackled wickedly.
His own laughter, outspoken, as Zeokul too laughed.
As a four-legged monster of pure flowing lava stepped out of one rift.
A serpentine beast of shifting shadows out of the other.
A lanky creature of violet tentacles out of the next.
A bulging mountain of black flesh from the fourth.
A hundred-legged armoured insectoid from the fifth.
Brazath did not allow this rogue Devil to bother him with their uncaring laughter, “I am Brazath, 8th Devil Prince of the Sixth Hell, Son of the mighty Greater Devil, King Xokith! Monster Tamer! World Breaker! Realm Conqueror! I…I won’t…” Insanity filled Brazath’s expression as the last two monsters stepped out.
A giant suit of armour made purely out of blackened ice, pulsating flesh laying within, it had no recognisable features nor intelligence.
And finally, humanoid yet hunched forward, the largest of all seven. Red thick hide for skin, and massive muscles riddling its bulky body, veins of magma flowed visibly through cracks within. The Daemon stepped forth, ahead of the rest of Brazath’s pets, and twice the size of its common cousins.
The beasts bellowed, hissed and roared.
“I won’t be defeated!” Brazath exclaimed, continuing his maniacal laughter, “Greet my babies! Captured or raised by myself! A Fire Titan from the first Hell!” He announced, to which the giant of lava shuddered, exhuming a toxic pillar of gas upwards.
“A Shadow Naga from the second plane of Hell!” Brazath gestured to the shifting darkness next, a serpent’s maw briefly forming within the blob of shadows, it hissed.
And as he turned to the next beast, ecstatic to continue.
“Oh yes I know this one, it’s a hent-” Zeokul mused but paused as Brazath’s eyes turned to glare coldly at him. “Please, please go on. Don’t let me take you out of the mood, I love it when villains monologue their entire plan!” He chuckled.
As Brazath’s expression twitched, “Oh…Oh here’s my plan. These Titans from hell, apex predators one and all, alongside myself a Devil Prince! We shall take the impossible monster that is you down…Surely, I’ve heard the stories. The legends! Of your generation, of the power…Of how close you came to conquering the veil itself!”
“Ohohoho, go on go on, Oh don’t stop just yet!” Zeokul mocked, smiling widely as he faced seven goliaths of his own size.
Cutting Brazath off once more, the prince’s entire head twitched now.
“Ah, apologies.” Zeokul then said, bowing forwards, yet his grin only widened. “I just can’t help myself, from talking s***, when royalty such as yourself…” Speaking the next few words slowly, but loudly, to emphasize them.
“Is, Sucking, Me, Off.”
Brazath’s twitching stopped, and instead, he began shaking.
As a massive clawed whip appeared within his hands, his expression twitched briefly between a smile and a grimace. “I’m done…Hah…Hahaha…I’M GOING TO RIP YOU APART!” The Devil prince bellowed, fuelled solely by rage, him and his monsters charged.
As the Naga and Tentacle monsters surrounded Zeokul like a cage, followed by the Fire Titan and Daemon who’s charge turned into a tackle.
A swift darkness then slashed forth, and reality rippled.
Sliced in half, each of the four monsters fell dead.
Revealing Zeokul once more, as he suddenly threw the scythe, sending it soaring into the insectoid. Its blade dug straight through the creature’s carapace and head, killing it instantly.
Brazath had not a moment to react, as Zeokul now stood before the giant of black ice.
Raising his clawed hand to the monster’s helmet, as it struggled, punched and kicked at him, Zeokul was bothered not.
As with sheer strength, he ripped the Hell beast’s head off before shoving his claws down its fleshy chest.
“Well?” Zeokul asked, all the while violet lightning surged through the last beast’s body.
Bursting it like a bubble, black flesh went everywhere.
And as Zeokul wiped the viscera and gore off his snout, he smiled widely.
Stepping towards a shaking Brazath, “Where’d your spunk go?” Zeokul asked.
As Brazath stepped back.
“Where’s your strength? Devil Prince.” Zeokul hissed, as suddenly his scythe flew back into his hand.
“Weren’t you gonna…rip me apart?” Zeokul asked, as suddenly Brazath’s angelic wing was sliced cleanly off.
“Well!?” Zeokul exclaimed, grasping him by the other wing and raising Brazath to his fanged smirk. “Well Monster Tamer?! Well World Breaker!? Well Realm Conqueror!?” Zeokul bellowed, raising the scythe to the Devil’s struggling body, Brazath fell still.
“Well son of Xokith? Where the f*** did your balls go?” Zeokul growled, “You wannabe half-blooded, narcissistic, multi-personality, son of a Devil bitch.” The Original Devil asked, as he crushed Brazath’s last wing into a mess, tearing it off.
Brazath fell, crashing down into the sands splattered with black flesh, he crawled backwards and away from the monster before him.
As Zeokul raised the butt of his scythe over the puny prince, aiming the large skull upon him.
Brazath’s expression was horrified, “No…N-No…” He begged.
As Zeokul stomped down the staff.
Yet, also shrunk down, as black smoke spouted out from his form.
Returning back to Kailu, the staff missed as it now stood straight up with the young Xilfir holding it by the bottom.
Facing the trembling Devil Prince, Kailu glanced at Brazath and was immediately confused.
(“Don’t…screw…this up kid…”) Zeokul spoke into Kailu’s mind.
(“W-What?”) was Kailu’s only response as he tried to catch up, having no memory of what had just occurred.
(“I ran out of juice…”) Zeokul quickly mumbled out, as an awkward silence filled the gore-decorated shore.
(“I don’t…understand.”) Kailu responded, still meeting eyes with a petrified Brazath.
(“Oh for f*** s-Just say what I say!”) Zeokul shouted, making Kailu’s expression twitched with brief pain.
A twitch that made Brazath crawl back further.
“W-Well? Where’s your power now?” Kailu parroted Zeokul’s words, “You’re not even worth finishing off,” trying his best to remain as calm and cold as possible, “B-Begone from our sight!” Kailu exclaimed with another stutter.
(“Well, you’re not getting any acting prizes this century.“)
To which Brazath’s expression narrowed.
(“Yeah…I don’t think he bought it.“)
And as the scythe suddenly shrunk as well, turning into a thumb-sized skull within Kailu’s hand.
(“Hah…That’s my bad.“)
Brazath’s hand began to reach out towards the puny Xilfir child, a raised brow but a widening grin alongside his crazed eyes.
(“Look at the bright side, you’re not the one who’s gonna be at the receiving end of dysfunction puns back in the pit.“)
“If I might interject!” Ascal suddenly announced, appearing from the ground below, he grabbed Kailu by the shoulders. “We’re outta here!” He said, and the both of them disappeared into the sands.
Leaving a very confused, shaking and wingless Brazath, laying on his ass upon the sand.
Surrounded by the sundered corpses of his strongest minions.
His mouth laying wide open, as his expression twitched profusely.
“And they ask ME why I’m insane…“
