“BOSS!!” Akatosh shouts at his partner yet not a word nor an assistance was given.
Quickly engaging after denying the adventurers’ offer, all six of them lashes all at once. Having the dwarven ranger took the initial, she quickly fires the shot and with the support of the cleric the arrow was enchanted by white light strong enough to purify a strong undead creature. In his respond Akatosh savagely unearth his flaming whip bashing the arrows. Following the unraveling of the whip, the mage with a snap of his finger one of the ten runes disappears and in exchange… Two images of the mage appear which they immediately start conjuring a spell. Also, his comrade’s speed was amplified through their movements and combat capabilities.
While his comrades are taking their next step, the fighter didn’t hesitate to go for a melee combat. Ignoring his groups call, the fighter dashes and as he stylishly brandishes his swords, he went to test his blade towards the flaming whip. And like the sound of a two-ramming buffalo, his enchanted scimitar and the blazing whip produces a crashing sound. Taking only twenty slashes, the male fighter heard a shout saying “Get out of there if you want to live!”
Hearing his companion’s warning, the two saw what appears to be a barrage of magic ready to fire. In response, the male fighter dashes out and when Akatosh saw thirty flaming orbs dangling in the air, shards of obsidian dripping in acid, thirty boulders the size of a baby but engross by magic, and a phantom gate made of burning bones chain by hundreds of black ropes two storey high emerges. While the gate slowly opens all the conjured offenses were send towards Akatosh.
Fast and unable to dodge, Akatosh reticulates his whip and like an egg it shells the incoming barrage of magic. *BOOM… BANG… CLANG* When it hits, all manners of noise were heard throughout the area. Like a machine gun and missiles combined, all Akatosh could do was to fortify the defense… For even with his strong disposal, he slowly feels the heat slowly frying his skin. Not only the wave of heat but also the shards which passes through the hole giving the travelers a major injury were some nails through the unprotected part such as the legs and arms. Additionally, the sound was unbearable to his ears as if he was facing thousands of firing artilleries.
While the mage’s spell continues, his face slowly turns to smearing excitement showing his real image… a psychopath.
“There you go again, doing all the fun.” The male fighter implores but the mage didn’t care for he was too amuse watching his destructive power let loose.
Consuming five runes, the hail of mage’s conjured offensive damage would slowly settle down. Following the aftermath, they saw Akatosh suffers a major blow. His legs and arms are punctured by the obsidian shard. Some parts of his body were burned except for his head and neck which is still intact and uninjured thanks to the protection of the mask. And for the flaming whip, it lay waste on the ground
Putting one sword on his shoulder, the male fighter walks slowly followed by the paladin. And as they stood in front of him…
“Is this all? Those rumors calling you a god in flesh was nothing more than a joke. Leader… should we keep him alive or the other way around--”
Before the fighter would put his scimitar at Akatosh’s neck, the whip quickly reacts slapping the sword. Baiting them to lower their guards, Akatosh rush his adrenaline and quickly went towards his neck. Unfortunately, the assassin emerges trying to parry Akatosh’s attack. Yet even the assassin’s interruption, Akatosh with his enhance strength manage to wound the fighter’s neck. Following another attack Akatosh was bested in speed and reflex which the assassin push kick him away from her companions.
Backing away in mere seconds, she sends her wounded friends to the cleric which they initially start healing his bleeding neck. Consuming another two runes, the mage conjures two earth elementals, a barrier protecting the cleric whilst she cast cure wounds. And lastly, he again conjures a giant fireball, yet by the time he conjuries another of his offensive spell… The gate was open revealing a pit fiend, a demon conjured. It stood high ten meters tall bearing thin but menacing six arms and three tails covered in spike its torso was that of a grasshopper’s leg. The head was that of a dragon and a head of a bull combined, its appearance was a menace for its body was glowing in bronze and there were chains on its neck and arms.
When the mage commands the beast, it roars in a hellish sound and too it conjures a spell. Drawing four of its arms towards its chest, the demons create a large glowing orb and inside of its core was pulsating cube. Once finish the demon releases and follows a wail of hundred dead people. As the orb projects every surroundings quickly decays but the mage didn’t stop as he sends his massive spell hurling at travelers.
“ENOUGH!!” Finally, the ancient stillmage has spoken and when it had enough chaos and calamity emerge.
The atmosphere turns heavy, there a blast of unrelenting dark force emerges followed by a whirl of dark fire. When two opposite wave clashes, the glowing orb and the massive fireball was consumed by the twisting dark tornado. And as it was… Akatosh scream would slowly change to a roaring of a dragon. Funneling more power, their form would grow even bigger five times the size of the conjured demon.
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Once the transformation is finished and the roaring entrance diminished, the traveler stares at the adventurers showing them what a hellish mistake they come across. As the paladin saw the travelers were preparing for chaos, he screams towards his mage companions for a teleportation.
The demon charge and so too the traveler but the outcome was devastating, like a giant elephant and a bull crashing. The traveler in dragon form overpowered the pit fiend through size and strength, as a result the travelers in dragon form razes the demon on the ground savagely pounding and ripping its body even as the fiend screams the traveler didn’t stop until the demon turns to grind meat even the summoned creatures were perished by their onslaught. Uncontented the dragon stood high as it spews a lava of flames towards the sky creating a fire storm. Once they turn the sky into red storm, it turns towards the dead fiend and gushes a ray of black flames turning the land into lava.
As for the party who teleported, soon they would realize, they are in grave danger. Teleported only a hundred meters away from the traveler they turn to see that the dragon was facing towards their direction.
While their cleric is still busy healing their companions the mage conjures all types of protection magic turning their skin into adamantine, giving fire protection buffing their strength although they can tell their protection nor them was no more than a wet grass to a raging fire. The travelers brought out a howling grouch showing their rage towards the powerful adventurers their guild can offer. Returning the favor, their howls would soon amplify into a supper sonic sound blasting their eardrums, blurring their sight disordering their mental conditions. Fortunately, the cleric manages to restore their conditions but she too was in dismay. Commanding, the mage then teleports them far away to sanctuary before the raging dragon would trample them… However, their teleportation could only offer them a maximum of one hundred meters, it’s as if they are trap… cage and unable to escape the dragon’s wrath and all they could do was vanish and reappears.
Frustrated, the travelers would turn to a different approach which is through complete desolation. Spewing dragon’s breath at every surroundings, razing the landscape with his own body there the band of dark phoenix was now waiting for their final confrontation. The mage which kept them alive had all burned his mana that he even sacrifices his life force prolonging their survival. The once powerful and psychopath mage is now lying on the ground whose body is now malnourished and on deathbed. Luckily the fighter was restored which his balls would tighten when he saw a large black dragon charging towards them.
When they would meet their end, the travelers in their dragon form dissolves before their jaws would maw the band of adventurers. About twenty meters of distance and once the dark mist dissipates, they can see Akatosh lying flat facing the muddy ground. Pooling the clerics ounce of her energy she was able to bring the mage’s back to normal but not entirely rejuvenating her companion.
“Bloody hell?!” The ranger implores too stun to comprehend that they survive.
During the aftermath, the adventurers wait for a minute until they went to check Akatosh who didn’t flinch a muscle. Paralyzed, they stop ten meters away since they learn a lesson for dulling their guard.
The dwarf then orders her pet to check for irregularities nor traps but as the beast would go nearer time stops and there once again the two lich who holds a half balancer emerge. In-between Akatosh and the adventurers the two liches emerge in the air. And for the first time, the highly praised band of adventurers could feel death in the air, fear struck them as they watch the two levitating liches slowly headed towards Akatosh.
From there at the center of the two liches, they sunder the ground and a sound of calamity follows. When the ground opens, a shard of skeleton roses to which it was then layered by flesh spawning the god of undead and death.
Time resumes and a choice was given for the Dark Phoenix, to intervene and fulfill the bounty or quietly they back away. As for the traveler’s situation who finally moves a muscle; his choice however was far from escaping.
Once the flesh and bones of the god of undead and death combine it forms a black silhouette glowing in green it then spoke.
“How long has it been…”
Lifting the travelers through magic, he was surprised that the mortal he was facing is odd.
“How fascinating You are neither dead nor alive… I think I’ll add you to my collection but first things first, I believe you have something that’s belong to me… Amaragnum or should I say the fallen one, the deceiver.”
“Same goes to you, but I wonder can you sense your other power?” Amaragnum answered
“Where have you taken it?!”
“I don’t know I just trade it.”
“Then I shall take you both and see through that you’ll face the consequences.”
Moments before Karangax drags the travelers into his plane, the two levitating liches quickly lands on the ground and there they stood motionless unflinching like a statue. And through the dark came Tosh who easily pulls Akatosh and Amaragnum.
“Who are you?!” Karangax bitterly implores.
“I am the better version of you, also your time is up… boy.”
Hearing Tosh’s words, Karangax was furious from the inside but his replies were calm and striking.
“Then know this for once when I return to this plane, I shall raze all three of you.”
“Big talk… Although I do hope you’ll succeed because I’m watching a good show.” Tosh implores watching Karangax return to his plane additionally he was dragging Akatosh dying body towards the shadow as he erases the traces of blood.
“Oh… I forgot, good luck to you too guys.” Tosh says to the adventurers who are too stun to move or speak.
Hours pass, they would soon remember why Azageis was insisting them take the rift stone as precaution and assistance, in respond with their high ego they refuse and ignores the legend.
“Leader… should we--” The cleric implores but was cut off by the paladin.
“We’ll take a rest at the nearest tavern…” Implores the paladin, “After our rest, Zehra… I want you to retrieve our items.” He continues commanding the dwarven ranger. “And Ishra… do prepare the altar.” He says, ordering the assassin.
“Please brother… you promised you’re not going back to that place again.” Quick the cleric shouts at their leader.
“We should move on.” The paladin ignores carrying their mage.