Jonathan kept moving, knowing that his allies would support him in his endeavor. The others turned around, and engaged the newcomers, sending chunks of rock flying with their assault. The elementals put up a decent fight however, and soon the entire area behind Jonathan was embroiled in battle. This snake was not really a threat to any of them, save for his lava abilities. It was more of a threat to the city as a whole. It had been made to mindlessly attack its target, ignoring any obstacles that it encountered. After all, there were very few obstacles that could actually stop such a creature. If Jonathan was to hope to defeat it, he would have to be one of them.

Ropes of golden Divinity twisted and turned around his body like a series of solar flares, painting the ground around him in light. His Void energy surged to his fingertips, ready to unleash its wrath upon the snake. Jonathan bounded forwards, leaping towards the exposed crystal. Just as he neared however, the rock began to close up, as if taunting him.

He snarled, and brought his hand down with all of his might, breaking the rock in half. The crystal was revealed once more, and he began to attack. His fists rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and the gem began to crack. This time, the snake felt it. A tremor ran across the length of the beast, almost knocking Jonathan off his perch. He held on tight however, and continued his work.

The tremors grew more violent, and the monster sped up, as if trying to do as much damage as it could before dying. Jonathan was forced to speed up as well, as the monster had reached the outer city limits. Within a half minute, it would be in position to attack. The crystal was not especially durable, but it was very large, making his task harder than it should have been.

As the crystal began to splinter, the monster was mere seconds away from its target. A rain of artillery fire flew up from the city, but it was nothing more than a distraction to the powerful construct. Just as the crystal finally shattered, killing the monster, it slammed through the city walls, kicking up a massive spray of dust. Coughing, Jonathan watched as it came to a halt. The lava began to cool instantly, and he hopped down.

The monster had only made it a few dozen feet into the city, which was quite lucky. It could have done far more damage than that. With the death of the construct came the death of its summons, and his companions were freed of their battle, as the elementals fell apart. Essence poured into him, but to his surprise, it was not enough for a level. All that the snake had going for it was its size, which was a weapon in its own right. Other than that, there was nothing really special about it.It had probably been only a little higher level than he was. Jonathan dusted himself off as he landed, smiling. There was a skill notification waiting for him.

You have upgraded a skill!

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Smite: Legendary->Greater Smite: Mythical

The pursuit of Divinity is a task that takes eons to complete. Although Divinity might seem simple on the outside, it contains an entire world of power. The heights of power that one can reach with it are almost limitless, and the only constraints are imagination and mastery. In witnessing the talent of Sarnakthros, Sovereign of the Apocalypse, albeit in a much reduced state, you have gained an important insight into the nature of Divinity. In using this newfound mastery, you may transcend your limits.

The new name of his skill was unimaginative, to say the least. However, it was accurate. He now possessed a second Mythical skill, a valuable addition to his arsenal.

As Edgar floated down, looking for healing, Jonathan started towards his cave. The Uthraki would likely be wanting to return to their homes, and he would not stand in their way. The red skinned humanoids followed him, but to his surprise, they stopped outside of the cave.

“We have decided to remain here for a little longer,” one of the siblings said. Jonathan still did not know their names. “This cause is one that we find more valuable than our lives in Tartarus.”

The Uthraki then bowed to him in unison, surprising Jonathan with the motion.

“Well, I suppose you are free to do that,” Jonathan mused. “I will not stop you, especially when your desires serve my own purpose. Very well.”

The city and faction as a whole was now into the final stretch of the war against Granath. With his legions defeated, and his snake lying broken outside of the city, Granath had been dealt a serious blow.

In the Ashen Citadel

The earth trembled as Granath directed his rage into the world around him, using his magical abilities to tear apart the ground. He roared in pure wrath, as he came to terms with what had happened. A large portion of his higher level soldiers had died. A large fraction of the Tier 2s in the entire realm were now dead. It was all Jonathan’s fault.

For the first time in a while, Granath felt something other than anger and a smug sense of self confidence. He felt fear. Despite all of his efforts, Granath was unable to kill his foe. If he simply kept sending soldiers after him, then he would lose them all. No, he would have to be patient. Jonathan would come here eventually, and would learn the true meaning of power. When he had last fought against him, Granath had only used a fraction of his strength, so as to not destroy his city. If it came down to it however, he was fine with that. His life mattered more than those of his citizens. There were always more damned souls after all.

Granath slowly worked the anger out of his system, taking deep breaths to calm himself. Every person within a mile cowered in fear of the worm, and only stopped when they were sure that his tantrum had ended. Granath fumed for a while, and eventually came to terms with his condition. He could do nothing about it in his current situation. Anger would only undermine his authority. It was time to prepare.

Jonathan would likely be coming within the next few months. Although all of the odds were against him, Jonathan still sent a thrill of fear through Granath’s mind. Acting upon his fear, he began to withdraw his higher level forces from their stations, calling them back to the capital. It was time to prepare for full on war.