For what felt like an eternity, the battle raged. Shrieks and explosions of magic filled the air, chaos reigning through the palace’s surroundings. Yet, despite their best efforts, the Hashviens were losing. There were no two ways about it.

The few survivors fled up the palace, Gabriel and Cassie a part of them. The necromancer was drained, nearly falling to his knees as he reached the top of the staircase. He had been reviving soldiers to fight, yet he had nothing left within him. A mere glance at his companions was all it took to understand that they felt the same.

He heaved a deep breath, vaguely listening to them as they wished each other well, wished each other goodbye. Sad smiles joined in the sombre tones as hands were shaken and hugs were exchanged. The tide of death and destruction approached, and the Hasvhiens stared in the face of it with reluctant acceptance.

Acceptance that was shattered within moments.

The sky broke. Clouds parted. The air fell still, before a shattering explosion shook the world, a mighty streak of energy crashed before the last crowd of Hashvan. The survivors were hardly able to hear the shrieks of pain that came from the chalkiens through the blast. Gabriel was one of the first to open his eyes, and he gasped in shock when he saw it.

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Flowing black robes, a cape of dark satin, white gloves curled into tight fists. The Likaven had arrived. Enocavian had come.

They were saved.

Shrieks of terror rose from the creatures as they fell back from the slowly advancing Likaven, as the clouds began to rumble their furious displeasure - echoed from the heart of the Hasvhien man. At once, the same terrible strikes of energy struck the ground in precise locations, sending clouds of the dusted creatures flying. Modified shards of Hashvan’s surface flew at the retreating invaders, sending their disintegrated selves into the mercy of the wind.

Even as a few stood to fight, the Likaven’s hand made a pulling motion towards them. Weapons flew from their hands, the odd firearms flying behind him to be replaced by more of Hashvan’s altered debris. Fury radiated from the Likaven as he marched forwards, sending the few invaders foolish enough to face him to the side.

Gabriel watched the Likaven move forwards; watched as the ruler of his home took a stand to save them all. The weapons and returning attacks fell short of his form, and he saw Enocavian’s arms spread out wide in preparation for another attack.

Then, consciousness fled his form.