The Dungeon looked through its Second Floor, overall it was a near-perfect defense, it had a variety of monsters, multiple powerful Bosses, and deadly new beasts, with the Echoes wandering the floor it added randomness to the floor that would be helpful in throwing off am invader who had experience delving the Dungeon’s halls. When it looked at its first floor though, it saw a few places that it could improve in, first, it added five banshee’s to the first floor, and it hoped that they would wander the floor eliminating invaders that they encountered, it made them Mini-Bosses, [Mini-Bosses created, Species: Banshee, Mini-Boss Name: The Lost Ones, Class: Lost Screamer (Rare), Skill and Spell Schemas gained, Mind Screamer, Sonic Scream, Deathly Wail, Telepathy, Lost Whisperer, Disorienting Aura, Spectral Haunting, Incorporeal, Class Schema Gained]
After the large blobs of text that the Dungeon had to with its previous Bosses, it was refreshing to just get a small window that showed some interesting skills and with decent combinations with his existing bosses, he gave the Disorienting Aura to Starbreaker, and as the Lost Ones spawned in Barukan emerged and ate one of them, Barukan turned a pale purple and the vast tunnels that Barukan had made in his wake and that the Dungeon had to remove every few hours, simply didn’t appear, Barukan simply passed through the ground, as he breached the earth again, he turned back into his normal shade of violet he started to consume the earth again, the Dungeon realized that Barukan’s Devourer skills had activated and he had obtained the first noticeably change from his skill.
The Dungeon was happy and it also made a hundred Willo-O-Wisps then it created ten pit traps around the first floor, it coated the spikes at the bottom with Bloodrot then made another rule that Barukan couldn’t get within five feet of traps so he wouldn’t accidentally destroys, the Will-O-Wisp from what the Dungeon knew would lead invaders to the trap then would watch as they fell to their death, it was another method of elimination that would hopefully claim a few lives. It watched a Light Runner Antelope wandered away from the vast herd and fall into the trap, it already saw how useful it would be.
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Barukan awoke, it was being of great power that would serve its master the Core, the one who had created its form and breathed life into him, the [Greater Absolute Vemonous Devourer] wandered savannah, above it sensed the vast herd of Antelope, to the south was the Pride, which with the help of the Vultures guarded the entrance to his home, the Second, the Cheetahs ran together across the vast plains, the Bears lounged in their caves, fighting the Vultures and Lions in defense of their caves, and Mantises hunted on their futile quest to sate their endless hunger. He had fully come into consciousness after his latest kills before he had before he had been at the edge, past his animalistic instincts and having small primitive thoughts but now, now the shackles of instinct were gone, now he could think, he could use the spells he had Devoured from the invaders he had consumed. Now he was free.
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Starbreaker ran through the savannah, he was majestic with almost no equals in the Creator’s realm, there were only two other beings that could rival his power, the Fallen Dreamer and the Endless Devourer. Out of them, he was the most powerful, he was like the stars that shone in the black ink of the night. He was a [Steller Godforger Titan], destined by name to break the Stars. Suddenly the Endless Devourer rose from the earth, the Devourer was weaker than him, Starbreaker could tell that there was a world of difference between him and the Devourer, he activated his Stellar Battlefury and readied a Stellar Smite, the power of Star ran through him, this battle would shake the savannah.
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The Mechkron priests stood huddled over a vast ritual circle, arcane sigils flitted through the air, the images of fantastical worlds and vast battlefields, suddenly an enormous amount of mana erupted out of the circle as the [Heroes] were pulled in, the vast portal appeared in the center as the fabric of reality shifted.
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The Legionaries were pushed back by the Horde, Praetor Prana knew this, “Brother, I believe this will be The Bloodied Angels' final battle,” he said to his centurion beside him. Behind him were his Battle-Brothers, clad in their mechanized suits, the large plating and red wings behind all served their true identities, they were the Bloodied Angels, servants of the God-King, he who sat upon the ancient throne, a hulking dreadnought appeared out of the mist, he knew that a former the Bloodied Angel Corian, who had been fatally wounded in battle was entombed inside, their half-dead body and conscious mind still serving the God-King even as his physical form was destroyed.
The Anti-Matter missiles and deadly Deakon laser blasters all mounted on the Dreadouught streaked through the air, they hit the endless army of blasted insects. The Mini-guns mounted on the shoulders fired through the endless army of hordlings. But Prana knew that ultimately they would die. There were only five Bloodied Angels still alive and all of them were fighting here.
“Varius has the evacuation been completed?” The Centurion stopped shooting for a brief moment, he nodded an resumed the slaughter. Corian was the first to be overrun, the Horde streaming over but there was a flash of light as he vanished. Suddenly Prana’s Goldlocker stopped shooting, Click, Click. He pulled out his Storm Gladius, and deadly warp lightning ran across the blade, the first hordling was quickly slashed in half, and the second followed its friend’s fate but soon the main body of the Horde overran him. Suddenly white light surrounded him.
His view changed, he was in a vast dark hall, standing above an elaborate ritual circle, Brother Corian was standing there looking through the room, and Varius and the other two Bloodied Angels were there. Ten priests with metallic robes and geared masks stood, and a man, clearly their Commander from his ornate armor and commanding presence spoke, “Welcome [Heroes], follow me we have much to discuss.”
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Mana pulsed through the land, as a swirling vortex of energy formed over the capital of Valorica, and Ancient beings awoke. In Storm Peaks, a mountain shifted as the Golem awoke, in the Western Waste, an Ancient Dragon stirred from his slumber, Golzan the Great now walked the earth once more. The [Lich-King] Arlorn Blodroth saw the vortex spinning, and he smiled, “The Heroes have been summoned.” And deep beneath the earth, the Elder One sensed a shifting of the Tapestry of Fate, perhaps the world wasn’t doomed as he thought.
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Fate looked once more at her Tapestry, her Weave had shifted once more as Fatebreakers emerged.