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Post by Sparda on Dec 11, 2012 8:45:08 GMT -6
It was done... It seemed Quan Chi was truly finished. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Demetrios lowered his blade; then stepped forward to the edge of the stricken cliff as a fresh torrent of unshackled souls spiralled up from the flames. Within his helm, the Ajerian's eyes widened at the sheer magnitude of the vortex of spirits rising before him. Twenty thousand years' worth of departed, unleashed all at once...
He had to get back. The realm was continuing to collapse, the chain reaction of leyline explosions spreading rapidly - he had a feeling these souls shared his urgency. He turned away, facing the direction his party had come from, and pulled another magus seal and a soul gem from within his pocket dimension with a flick of his free hand. Laying the vellum slip down, he crushed the gem atop it and spread his hand over them.
The air before him swirled and distorted, runes of deep blue light pulsing into being in a circular array. Soon, the span between them filled with the writhing space of a portal, connected to an identical magus seal back in Kari. He had prepared this escape route beforehand, so their exit wouldn't be interrupted. Standing, the Dread Seraph spared one final glance over his shoulder at the collapsing realm and its fleeing prisoners, then tightened his grip on his weapon and departed through the portal, which whirled shut behind him. Another, whole different battle was about to begin.
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