Axea has finally gotten through the staircase, and was now stomping towards a pair of oaken doors, behind which she could swear she heard voices and rumour, silenced just now. None of the trophies she passed on her way here mattered to her, none will matter once she gets what she's here for–the highest institution of power on the planet, and possibly in the whole Systema Solaris. With a quick move of her hand she conjured up a chicken, then used it to conjure again, this time spawning 4 skeletons, that matched her face's colour and 4 minor devils, each with an infernal spear, sharpened to perfection, filling up the hallway behind her, and finally, with a hushed arcane phrase, blasting the doors in front of her open.
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The Drowned Moon
FantasíaWhat, u want spoilers? A rather fun fantasy based on a DnD campaign I ran a while back
