The metal attire sealing his figure begins to radiate with a glorious white light. In its mix follows a golden aura that seeps from the cracks and creases in his armor trailing up to his helm. And in the distance the faint outlines of roughly a dozen silhouettes reveal themselves through the dunes and ridges.
His eyes lock onto their location. His aura of gold and white pyres like a raging fire struggling to be set free. And with a slice of thin wind an ethereal golden gate manifests in front of him; it shines and distorts in realities embrace as the beautiful woman and remaining thugs from before can be seen through the portal's frame.
Through the frame Sariffall steps. The world around him rips and tears from its foundations as gravity is flipped on its head. He emerges in the air at their location, the gate's angelic dust clinging to his armor as he falls from the air. He lands on the ground in front of them with an indent crushing into the ground from the weight of his armor; he stands straight to face the hostile men no longer approaching.
Between the woman and the thugs he stands, their eyes in collective state of wide shock as the warpgate hovering in the air behind Sariffall collapses, shrinking rapidly before vanishing as swiftly as it appeared- Sariffall's unearthly aura fading alongside it soon after. Both parties, now intersected, look on at his sudden arrival with confusion as the man in front of the crescent shaped formation the thugs have taken calls out to him.
"Get out of the way kid." The man speaks calm but threatening. Though its calm element quickly fades as Sariffall ignores his warning, staring back at the frightened girl, practically shrugging off their existence completely- he gives a polite wave.
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Life And Legacies
FantasyA Nephilim cursed into silence. Trapped in his own armor. Chased into hiding centuries ago. Former Arch Knight Sariffall descends onto a newly formed human settlement near his safe haven in the mountains. Little did he know, he would meet a young f...
