In the darkest hour of the First War, the remaining High God raged against the Great Devil. Body mangled with bruised muscles, shattered bones and grievous wounds. An arm torn from its socket, limp and twisted, and a sunken eye, rendering him nearly blind from the blows he had received earlier. The odds of survival were gone. Surely he would die
But he could not falter. His wounds brought him closer to his foe, delivering powerful blows that shook the sky. The ground fractured beneath them both. His fist cracked the jaw of the Titan, blood gushing from the blow. The power he had unleashed was frightening.
A strike with the fury of a thousand gods. The rage that came from every Ancient that Umbra had killed. Their fury had become Marrok's...a pantheon had been unleashed from within the Ar'dun. It shook the very cosmos...
And Umbra feared it.
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