Something Immortal

68: The Twilight's Son

Now comes the two gigantic creatures on the northern side of the Serpent Peak clashing over the horizon sending the earth quaking. Kyro, in his Dragon form, was clearly at the advantage of the sky with his majestic wings and breath that could freeze the land. However, Ryu's Drake form was stronger, shattering the ice and pulling Kyro down to the ground with a grip.

Sri's concentration was torn between the battle of the beasts and his own as the new behemoths emerged from the cairn down below continuing forward. Now a troll was in front of him, ten times their size, snarling at him. Unfazed, Sri charged forward with his rune magic, he made a weapon forged out of clay, throwing it to the creature at the same time a twisting wraith fell down into the rocks behind him.

He looked up and saw the former Rai of the Harpy race, Naisha, who a few moments later had given up her leadership after losing a skirmish against her daughter.

"Jarl Sri," she spoke with respect though the hard glint in her eyes reminded Sri of her unusual attitude towards the Druid race.

Sri was respectful as usual and bowed his head. "Our gratitude for your kind coming to our aid."

"It's my daughter," her response, narrowing her gaze to the sound of the vicious fight a few meters away from them. "Who do you think will win?"

Sri followed her gaze. "Kyro cannot lose..."

She smirked. "Then, we'll have to make sure we win this fight on the ground."

As Naisha barked orders came the wailing of the Werecats and the neighing, huffing, and stomping of the Nightmare steeds and the Dark Unicorns, as though they were responding to her call and the battle ensued. The biggest Werecat of all, the Alpha Kla Han flew past, over the cliff to the rocks below, and the sudden WHOOSH sent one of the Draugar staggering off the cliff.

Snarling, several arrows, and spears plunged into his body but he took them like a mighty stag being brought down by a pack of undead soldiers. His steeled physique only sucked the arrows and spears before it was spewed back on the ground, Kla Han's huge hands reached out to each side and crushed their skull into ashes. Behind him, panting heavily was Rattanon, his eyes were bleeding and before him, all the enemies turned to stones.

"This is madness!" He yelled across for Kla Han to hear.

The Alpha Werecat cackled. "They are merely critters of the netherworld.

"These are critters? Imagine what their citizens look like!"

As the thunder roared and twin moons illuminated the far reaches, they noticed a high tower emitting a dark aura that was familiar to them all. Even Sri and Kyro in their ancient form turned their heads in that direction, fear was evident in their eyes. Kla Han and Rattanon glanced at one another...

"Kali..." they both gasped.

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Nightfall twisted and gleamed, each heavy blow was enough to smash any other weapon into splinters. Lord Phaibun danced around Kali but couldn't find an opening, his hands capable of decaying even the strongest of metal would not work against Kali's blade which continued to consume his undead disease.

Half-turning, he summoned he was forced to summon his katana made of bones that matched Nightfall's strength. He smiled when Kali took a step backward...

"Careful," Phaibun taunted, "A little push and that other side of yours could awaken."

Som struggled from the chains that were pulling him right back to reach Kali. He glanced at the cuffs around his wrists and tried to use his rune but found out that he couldn't. The silver was hindering him from using his powers.