It stands, never breached, since time began the Great Fortress world Stuujuuhar, place of the Gate of Starshine that leads to the godly court, protected by The Soaring Gods greatest godly beast champion, Alaa-Oraasturderr, undefeated since became t...
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Alaa-Oraa had cried out, and each bone became weary, and Alaa-Oraa, for the first time, let out a screech and outstretched with a mountain-breaking retch. It stumbled. The guardian of the gods, who was born in the early days of creation, bled and conceded ground, as well as fed its comrades with a mead of despair whilst knock-kneed. Alaa-Oraa sought to outspeed and proceed to unleash a stampede of exuberant, measured strikes and swings of its ocean long tail. It rages, ravaged the air, flailing, it shimmered and all force and world shuddered with each swing of its tail. Its scales glistened in a whorl on its form and spread. Its tail, which boomed, pushed the Thunder Heir and Land Breaker back. It pushed as it thrashed and waved its ocean-long tail. Even the Land Breaker, who was known as the World Breaker, could not avoid it. It pushed and pushed while Alaa-Oraa boomed back to the edge, and the battle was cleft.
The Thunder Lord's weapon, The Crownbreaker, did not speak to the gods; it roared. The Soaring Gods willingly fled the mighty streaks of Pale Light and Thunder. Sparkling pale light and rumbling thunder gathered above, and the power gathered around and choking all it now surrounded, they gathered and gathered till they regained their posture. The pillars of the Pale Palace pushed back and parried, dodging along with the Serpent of Supremacy that the Kingly Thunder Lord rode, which evaded every hit. They threw off any fatigue and wounding from the flailing and ferocious, fierce tail. It still brought so much grief to the Pale Palace fleet.
Their bodies' composure was still and steadfast, though through bones and to their souls they suffered the blows and realised that Alaa-Oraa power had made the Thunder Heir, the supreme serpent and Land Breaker, hesitate. For even though they knew a single blow of Alaa-Oraa's tail brought them to a hairbreadth of death, soon they shook this haze and piercing edge, for they could not be meek. These lowly beings were not weak, they were not flyspecks. Thus, they charged readily to be neck-and-neck and Kingly Thunder heir crashed, and countless thunder pealed, and all below beheld the Pale Palace Host and the Green blades of the Evergreen and Emerald World. All the countless airships and grounded chariots on the battlefield upheld their role of violence and cleaved and split countless helms, for all remorse was withheld and a groundswell of gore and bodies heaped.
The resilient pillars of the Pale Palace and pre-eminent protector of the soaring gods, Alaa-Oraa, spent their violent reap to prevent victory and stop the Pale Fleet's successful sweep of the Godly Keep. The strikes deafening and mountain breaking did not repent as their blows and defence all could overhear as landscape explode as if a mountainous spear fell from the sky every time they meet, the battle was as if mountains crashed like battling antler beasts, thundering fierce blows tearing the world and sky, winds from onslaughts turn the land beneath flowerless, seas made places harbourless as waves of oceans boiling, and Pale Thunder behaved like gorging demons, merciless, blinding lights turning the world shadowless, voracious roars deafened the world as The Supreme Serpent of Thunder and Alaa-Oraa in all their vividness, viciousness made voluminous clouds on fire birth and giant pieces of flesh fall to those beneath crushing all underneath...every floweret.
