[BF] Meron Pinnacle - Archeos VS Disgeran

[E1Alpha]

Meron Pinnacle
Archeos VS Disgeran

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Armies:
Archeos
Commander: Palion, the Blade of Retribution
Army: Paladins, Knights, Militia

Disgeran
Commander: Hierophind, the Prophet of Darkness
Army: Heretic Footmen, Ascended Footmen, Warlocks

Participants:
Archeos
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Disgeran
Mildred (Cfavano) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&p=1024147&viewfull=1#post1024147)

GM:
E1Alpha

Posting Order
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E1Alpha (GM)


Introductions:
Marching from Horstead, the Archeon forces had been walking without pause. Brave knights and soldiers, accompanied by mighty paladins. They had only one objective now: taking control of the Meron Pinnacle. But this objective was more personal for them than anything, for their opponent on this day, were the vile forces of Disgeran. Their mortal enemies, and those who they have pledged to destroy. Having them controlling the Meron Pinnacle would mean the end of any safety on this land’s waterways, as well as a much too beneficial advantage for them should they attack the blessed lands of Archeos. They were not going to have this domain, that much was certain.

Marching before the army, was the beacon of righteous fury: Palion. A paladin of great power, he instantly gathered some of his best men when the command to take Meron Pinnacle reached his ears. During the journey, he had not said a word. He had simply kept on walking. But his mere presence inspired some of the farmers in Horstead. Those of them who were loyal enough spontaneously took up arms and followed in the wake of the grand army.

In the distance, Palion could see it. The famed tower of Meron Pinnacle. Many secrets are housed in there. Nobody within these millennia has found out, but that would end once he had shown Disgeran the true meaning of retribution. On the edge of hills and cliffs leading up to the spire, he halted and turned to the army, which promptly stopped, with the militia in the back taking a few seconds to come to a full halt.

“Alu’Terasa is with us today, for we have taken up arms against our most dreaded foes: The sickening beasts of Disgeran. Now remember well. While the enemy is our main problem, our goal is to take control of the spire. Remember this well! Fight well, fight with faith, and Alu’Terasa shall strike down our enemy before us.”

The army instantly called out to their god in unison, before they continued to follow Palion up onto the cliffs. Palion himself was reciting the final words the Chosen One parted to him before he left: “From the light we shall push the dark ones back. But from the shadow of the spire, we shall vanquish them.”
Palion knew what this could have meant, but he kept it to himself, as he did not like counting on false aces.

Battle was drawing near, and he knew, as he felt lightning surge through his being.

A small beachhead had been made on the riverside on the southern edge of the Meron Pinnacle. Dark, looming ships had made land there, and heretic traitors were pouring out, being riled up by demonic soldiers and warlocks. The soldiers of Disgeran were already known to fear every moment they lived, but their fear of going in battle against the Archeon forces was greater than anything. Archeos was bent on the destruction of Disgeran, and that led most men to believe that taking prisoners was out of the question with them.

Already on land was the one to lead this assault. A vile, shrouded man. Hierophind was known to be a tactical genius, but also known to sometimes sacrifice over half of his army, just to achieve one goal. Rarely have his tactics failed, and as such, he now had faith that his plans would work out, even if they were facing the paladins of Archeos.

As the last of Disgeran’s forces were unloaded, Hierophind tapped his cane repeatingly on the rock surface of a wall, the sound echoing across the army, until complete silence fell.
“Listen well. You have all been brought here for one purpose. To die fighting. You will die here, or you shall go through eternal torment at my hands.”
It was a rather common start to one of Hierophind’s preaches, but still, the words beamed fear into the hearts of the Disgeran troops. It was this fear that has always driven them to victory.

“The zealous idiots from Archeos lie ahead, wanting to take Meron Pinnacle for their own –righteous cause-. This is a plain insult to the emperor. An insult that cannot go unpunished. As such, we shall take this land for ourselves, and we shall leave nothing of this so-called holy army but corpses and festering bags of meat. We shall set an example to all who oppose us.”

He took a moment to regain his breath, while overlooking his forces. Twisted, corrupted and most of them also frightened, just how Hierophind liked it.

“I have divided you in separate groups earlier. Each group will have its own objective. You will stick to this objective or I shall show you the true meaning of agony.”
He then lowered his staff to point at a large group of heretic footmen. “You men. You will charge in first. You will be my decoy. You will go toe-to-toe with the paladins. Will you die? Yes. What if you decided to flee? You will wish you died in that battlefield.” One of the men visibly burst into tears at the idea of being sent in with your only purpose being death. This was soon silenced by a demonically enhanced warrior, that ripped the man’s torso off of his lower body.
The prophet then continued, turning his attention to an army that seemed to be equipped more with demonic soldiers than the previous group. “You lot shall ascend along the cliffs and outflank the paladins as they drop their guard to fight off the first group. I want you wreaking havoc in there.”
He then turned his attention to the smallest group, which was accompanied by warlocks. “Then finally, with everything secured, I want you lot to warp over to the tower, seize control over it, and rain hell down upon them from above. Am I clear?”

A long moment of silence followed, to which Hierophind nodded with a smirk. “Now go! And do not fail me!”

At the roar of a demon, the army marched, ascending upon the cliffs and hills, each group splitting to do what they were tasked to do.

Battle Start

Light and darkness approached from each side.When Palion spotted the heretic soldiers of Disgerans on the other side of the pinnacle, he rose his hand to gesture his army to stop and prepare themselves, weapons and shields being raised.

The heretics saw this, but kept on marching forward, even though fear was taking the better of them. They were literally going to have to fight to survive.
Hierophind looked upon the scene from a distance, leaning on his staff, before snapping his fingers.
Another demon’s roar sounded, as heretic and demon soldier alike began smashing their weapons into their shields, producing an awe inspiring sound that echoed all over the area.

The sound of beating metal left the armored frontlines of Archeos unphased, although the militia were visibly affected by it, but unlike the Disgeran heretic, they believed and trusted in Alu’Terasa.

Hierophind silently gazed upon the scene, before raising his hand before him, aiming it at the Archeons.
The captains of the army nodded, being demon enhanced brutes aswell as they roared out. Followed by roars and yells from the heretics aswell, as they began rushing forward, like a dark stain upon the grass, spreading towards the Archeon paladins.

Palion held still, gazing at the charging army, keeping his hand in the air, as his forces did not bunge. He was waiting until the Disgeran forces were out of reach of the shrouded man in the distance, and when that happened, Palion formed his hand into a fist. “Purge them.”
The Archeon paladins marched forward, fearlessly. They did not run, they simply marched towards the lines of heretics.
The men, mad with fear, ran to their death, as they smashed into the righteous bulwarks and got sliced up by the Archeon troops. The battle seemed almost too easy for Archeos, but both sides knew better.
This was only just beginning.

[Cfavano]

Mildred climbs with the footmen in his group. Sure, it means that he must wait longer before he can kill anything, but he was assured 'tactics' are better than mindless slaughter. There would be time for that later, anyway. He can smell the blood on the wind, it doesn't matter that it is mostly theirs. The Heretic Footmen are fodder, no more important than ants in the grand scheme of the world, but they do their part. He had insinuated himself as part of the Ascended footmen, even wearing their uniform on top of his own. He gained an idea from his last battle that he' be able to kill more if they never see him. Now, he waits for the charge with the rest of the ascended footmen, for he will move with them.

He looks to the slaughter down in the valley, and one part of him curses himself for not being able to take part in it. Even though he knows he should use 'tactics', those mortal fleshbags of Archeos would quake at his sight, and he would cut through them like ripe wheat before a scythe. "In due time." He says as his black heart begins to beat faster, and his eyes twinkle at the sight of so much death. If he could be aroused at he, he would be by now. A thought goes through his head about killing one or two of the ascended footmen, just to warm up, but he decides against it. There will be plenty of gore and death to go around.

[E1Alpha]

Heretic after heretic fell before the paladins, who were hardly suffering any losses themselves. However, the amount of heretics that were pouring onto the battlefield seemed endless.
Meter by bloody meter, the paladins were able to encroach further onto the battlefield, pushing back the heretics, of which dozens laid dead at their feet now.
Palion was in the fray aswell, lashing out with blades of pure energy, sending electrical discharges coursing through the swarms of heretics. None of the men showed any fear anymore, not even the militia, who were cheering on their superiors from behind.

This was however what Hierophind had planned. He knew the workings of the Archeon armies, and as such, he snapped his fingers over to a demonic soldier, who nodded firmly, before blowing upon a horn.

The sound was dark and harrowing as it hovered in the air above the battlefield, chilling most who heard it to the bone. It was an omen, signalling that hell was about to truly burst loose, and the Archeons knew it, but they did not have the time sufficient to react.
As the sounds echoed over the area, the demonic warriors that had holed themselves up on the cliffs came thundering down, leaping and sliding down cliffs like it was nothing, rushing straight for the holy army to smash into its flank.
Within seconds, the orderly ranks of Archeos were broken, and the battlefield had turned into all-out bloodshed.
Demons were ripping men and women apart, while knights and paladins struck down the beasts through both magic and weaponry.

Palion was in the midst of all this, taking on small groups of the warriors on with ease, sending his lightning blades slashing through them.

[Cfavano]

Mildred weaves through the chaos, striking swiftly, and then moving. He doesn't stick around a kill the targets he fights, nor does he openly engage a single soldier. He attacks those who are already engaged from behind. His sword is aimed at the small, vital areas. Places like, the back of the knees, or the Achilles tendon, perhaps a quick thrust in between ribs. He doesn't stay in one spot to get attention. He is mainly just weakening enemies. He notices a paladin engaging 3 heretic footmen. Taking his sword in both hands, he unleashes a horizontal slash at the back of the knee joint, where armor is generally very weak. After the strike, he then dashes away from the paladin, before he knows what hit him. And that is what he does this time. Silently harrying the enemy troops whilst being among them. If they choose to target him singly, then, they might be cut down by the rest of the army. In such a way, he fights this time. Cowardly? To his eyes, yes. He is very angry he has to fight this way, but once they are afraid, then he can fight like he normally does. It just wouldn't work if they were unafraid.

[E1Alpha]

Although they were still at a disadvantage thanks to the surprise attack, the Archeon army showed no signs of backing down. Knights and paladins alike were fighting with the infamous fevor only Archeos was known for.
However, this did not stop the Disgerans from picking the fruits of their strategy.
Mildred's rapid strikes proved to be a well-played out strategy. Even though their morale seemed unbreakable, the warriors that he had struck never lasted for much longer. He moved at such a rate, that most of the paladins were even oblivious to his presence.

Hierophind silently gazed upon the battle, satisfied. His warlocks were preparing themselves, but the time was not yet right. Instead, Hierophind begun channeling his own dark magic, preparing a spell from behind Disgeran's lines. He would make sure that Archeos' morale indeed broke, with the help of the dark beast that was already present.

Palion himself continued fighting, striking down heretics and demons with little difficulty, but he noticed many of his strongest men getting severely weakened, before being slaughtered. Something was lashing out at them.
Within a corner of his eye, he could spot a shadow of something rushing in between his men. He was not going to let one upstart break his army.
Palion's lightning blades vanished, as surges of power ran through his armor, infusing him with it. No Disgeran dared to come close and attack him as the paladin was surrounded by a storm of white lightning, however, it was not striking out at anything except those few that dared come too close.

[Cfavano]

Mildred gets a look at the Archeosan leader with his flashy move. He had seen Verminathras do similar things, as well as Cretoris. The light was deadly, no doubt, but it, above all else, is a flashy move, intended to bolster his allies. Mildred would like to snuff out the light, but he is unsure if he should. "Why the hell not?" Moving among the crowd, while also lashing out at a few militia and paladins, he circles around to Palion's flank, and makes a cut in his palm. Crouching in some bushes, he thrusts his palm out, and fires a spike of his steel-hard palm, aiming for the back of Palion's right knee. The attack most likely wouldn't kill him, but it might weaken him enough to get him to drop his field. He does make sure to move away from his hiding spot to hide among the crowd of ascended warriors, but still looks to see if his attack hits.

[E1Alpha]

While Mildred's guess was partly correct, it would soon seem that there was more to this paladin than a simple lightshow. Right as the spike was being shot out, Palion vanished, the spike digging into the back of an unlucky paladin, who cried out in pain before being finished off by one the demonically enhanced soldiers.
Palion however, had turned into a blur quite litteraly. Leaving a faint trail of white lightning behind him, he dashed around the battlefield, striking down demons and heretics. But he wasn't intently killing them, he was searching. He had lost track of that shadow once more, and so, he was dashing around the battlefield to find the upstart that was trying to break Archeos' legendary morale.

Hierophind noticed the blur of light amidst the Archeon troops, scratching his chin as he slowly nodded, before he let himself vanish into dark smoke, together with a few warlocks. He had vanished from sight, but he surely had not left. He had a plan, and it was time to set it in motion.

[Cfavano]

Mildred grins an evil grin, and thinks up a dastardly plan. He weaves through the crowd, and actually reveals himself to Palion every now and then, before disappearing into the throng once more. When he appears visible to Palion, he makes sure that he strikes the final blow, ending some poor Paladin or militiaman's life But he is moving in a certain direction, but not directly. He is moving away from the front lines, leading Palion, even goading him along. Each kill is more brutal than the last. All the while, Palion can see his smile. A cold, dark smile. He enjoys the killing.

His latest victim is a 17-year-old member of the militia. It is his first battle, and he is near death. He could be saved, if he was gotten to by a healer, but this will not be. In full view of Palion, Mildred lifts the boy's chin up, and slits his throat. Palion can see the look of fear that never leaves the boys face, until his eyes glaze over, and Mildred lets him fall. As he steps back into the crowd, he utters these words, directed at Palion: "Thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking oil. Come an get one in the balls, if you have any balls. You Eunuch jelly, thou."

[E1Alpha]

Mildred's taunting was definatly having an effect, as Palion was visible boiling with rage. He was going to bring this beast to justice, no matter the cost.
He kept on chasing him, but he couldn't get a permanent lock on the dark being. That is, until he saw Mildred make one mistake. As he lifted the boy's chin up to kill him, he would have taken a second or two longer to kill off his target than with the previous kills. This was an oppertunity Palion took, as the lightning fast paladin dashed around Mildred and sought to try and finally lock him down by launching a lightning fast electrical spear.
If the spear had struck Mildred, the white lightning that made up the weapon would have tried to surge through his body, and conflict with the dark essence should it be weak to holy magic.

Hierophind had in the meantime appeared, together with his warlocks. He was standing atop the pinnacle, right beneath the tower. His plan was working out perfectly. He never expected the Disgeran army to actually beat the Archeon forces. That is an almost impossible feat. Even though the black blooded menace was doing a good job culling their numbers and keeping the mighty Palion busy, the fearless paladins were slowly but surely taking down even the demonkin.
Not that it mattered to Hierophind, he was going to make sure these righteous fools were going to regret coming here as he and his warlocks began conjuring up a ritual.

[Cfavano]

The spear hits Mildred square in the chest, and sends him flying back. He grunts in pain and his body twitches and spasms as he is trying to get up, using his sword as balance, blood seems from the burn wound, and blood leaks out of the corner of his mouth. He laughs, and the laughs more, before throwing his head back and laughing wildly, before coughing. "Oh foolish mortal man. Dost thou think to kill me? Ha! Even the immortal Vanguard of Leongarde could not do so. You may defeat me here, that much might happen." As he locks his cold, dark, emotionless eyes on Palion, a wide grin on his face. "But do you know where you are, little boy? In your anger and fury, you have chased me far beyond the lines of your paladins. You are hopelessly surrounded. This was all part of my plan, once I saw you. You may strike me down if you can, but that will not change a thing. As long as there is a speck of darkness in the heart of a single being, I will not go away. But no matter how you fight now, it is all over. You fellows die by the bushel, and you will join them. The spamming and twitching stops, and the bleeding slows down to a trickle as the vessels are sealed off. Mildred pulls his sword out of the ground and points it at Palion. Come and face your doom, boy. Scream Symphony!" His blade vibrates, and the soul crushing scream emanates from his blade.

[E1Alpha]

Palion scoffed, gazing around him, before fixating his gaze upon Mildred once more, lightning surging through him.
"Little boy? It is you who is as foolish as a child. Look upon the armies you fight with. You inspire your own men to fight through fear. You can only control your forces through intimidating them. This is why Archeos shall always be superior to you. All these who fight, all fight out of their own will. They give their lives for their faith and family, which is far from the desperate struggle for survival your kind is doing, including yourself. While I may have edged both of us away from my allies, it was a mutual goal we shared. Your actions were becoming a thorn in our side. A thorn I intend to remove by my own hand. Now then, Disgeran. Why don't you show me how foolish I am? How much I fear you? How much I am frightened of death? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gA-p9CU4USs)" The paladin's mocking was more than obvious, as her entire being was fueled with lightning, his fists surging with energy as two light energy blades forming as extensions of his arms.
Without even wasting a word, Palion raised his blades, crashing them both down into the earth, but he wasn't aiming at Mildred. Instead, the white, holy energy he conjured up bursted along Mildred, like walls of pure energy, passing him left and right and, if Mildred was indeed trapped between them, disabled any ability to dodge sideways and escape unscathed.
As soon as this attack was finished, Palion charged forward, surging with lightning behind him as he moved at incredible speed once more, seeking to slice his lightning blades across Mildred in an X-shape, hoping the the holy energy infused in these would be enough to damage the dark being.

Hierophind was looking upon the battle, and noticed Palion being diverted from his own troops, which sparked a fiendish smirk on the prophet's face, gesturing over to his warlocks to continue their work, as he vanished into shadows once more. Although his plan was following its course perfectly, Hierophind decided he could benefit from something else aswell.

[Cfavano]

Mildred brings his sword down and the X-slash is halted and formed into a weapon lock. Dark energies sword around his cursed blade, and mingle with the auras exuded by Palion's blades. "Do you not do something similar? You 'inspire' your troops to fight for a false and lying god. Do you really think that your Human leader wants peace and love? Thou fool. Humans seek only to destroy and kill. That is how I came to be after all. Believe it or not, I was once like you. A holy weapon. But as warlord after warlord wielded me, I became tainted by their greed, violence, and hate. It was then that I saw what humans really were. At least with a demon, you know where you stand. Your kind has done far worse than anything I have. But enough talk." Mildred quickly runs his palm along the edge of his sword, and as the black ichor flows from his cut, he moves his hand to the side and fires a spike of black blood at Palion.

[E1Alpha]

Palion truly enjoyed fighting Disgerans, for the sole reason that they loved to hear themselves talk. As Mildred was making the mistakes of speaking to the paladin, Palion simply disregarded his words, and let one of his lightning blades vanish, releasing himself from the lock as slid aside to avoid his accursed blade cleaving into him, seeking to smash his remaining blade into Mildred's side and slam the unholy beast into the energy wall formed along them. He wouldn't give Mildred any pause, as he would instantly, wether his first attack hit or not, sending a burst of white lightning from his now free hand to blast into the Disgeran beast. He was not wasting time nor breath on speaking, as that was exactly would gave him his opening. These actions would most likely also keep Mildred from executing his planned attack for now.

Hierophind however appeared somewhere close to the energy walls, smirking as he gazed at them, being able to just barely see the two combating images inside. Muttering something, Hierophind reached for a pouch, pulling out three dark, shadowy pearls, chanting quietly.

[Cfavano]

As his sword slid to the side, mildred reformed his stance, and batted the horizontal swing to the side. As the lightning shot, Mildred bent almost in half backwards to dodge it. While he avoided the worst of it, it dug a shallow trench in his torso, which cause fresh wounds. He growls in range, and leaps upon Palion, making sure to have Palion's blade to the side and as he 'embraces' Palion, he has blood spikes come out of the wounds on his chest.

[E1Alpha]

Palion snarled, but as he gazes up at Mildred, he notices the dark being coming to embrace him to death, feeling his sword arm locked away, he resort to a different method. He brings up his free arm in between him and Mildred, shielding his body as the dark beast locks onto him. The mighty paladin cries out as he feels those same blood spikes protude through his arm now, but instead of backing down, he lets his other blade disappear to grasp onto the beast that was latched onto his arm now, to hold him in place. "I shall end your darkness here and now!" The thundering walls of energy reformed, forming a circular prison around the two, Palion's whole armor surging with energy, before the holy energy in both himself and the walls surrounding him connected, creating a holy deathtrap at their location, which was surging with pure white lightning, seeking to purge any darkness in that location, unleashing its full power upon Mildred.

Hierophind blinked, he did not calculate on such strength. Then again, Archeos always surprised him. But this was his one chance to finish off the mighty Palion. Completing his ritual, a runic circle above Palion and Mildred formed in the air. Floating there idly, Hierophind tossed the dark pearls over to the two, as the dark orbs hovered around the walls of light.
Palion cannot sustain such a powerful attack forever, Hierophind thought, and when the walls of light would disperse, he would strike.

[Cfavano]

Mildred roars, and, his sword dissolving, he attempts latch his hands on to Pallion's throat, and use his immense strength to try and crush the foolish mortal's windpipe. "Die...DIE!" He can feel his power over this body weakening, as he is slowly forced out of it, and bloody bile comes out in a small gush from his mouth, which is right in front of Palion's face. Even as the evil is purged from that body, he still doesn't give up. "Why...won't...you...die!" Mildre's eyes show pure bloodlust, the eyes of a predator. A lesser demon would have been dead by now, but Mildreds tougher constitution and willpower, of a being eons old, allows him to hold on to his connects, even as his flesh begins to smoke and slowly dissolve.

[E1Alpha]

Palion snarled, although his helmet did not betray any expression. His opponent was reaching his limits, and as such, he gave it his all, as he let all the lightning in his body concentrate on surging into the beast on top of him, dissolving the energy walls around him, but in turn gripping the dark being that was attempting to crush the palading windpipe.

As the energy walls dispersed however, the dark orbs and demonic runes around the two were revealed.
Hierophind betrayed no expression as he gazed at the two.
"Farewell... Paladin of Archeos."
With that, Hierophind unleashed his attack, the orbs unleashing their power as a vortex of fiendish energies were unleashed on both Mildred and Palion, tearing at the very fabric of their body and soul. With both warriors locking eachother in place, neither was going to be able to escape. He would kill one of his own, but he saw it as a worthy sacrifice, especially since his power would absorb the souls of its targets, thus it would allow Mildred to be reborn once he returned to Disgeran. He found this beast to be far too useful to lose aswell, had it not been for him, Hierophind would not have been able to destroy Palion.

With the raging void consuming him and his opponent, Palion roared out, his energy proving insufficient as he was torn from existance, consumed by the darkness, though part of him felt at least accomplished that he had managed to drag down this beast aswell.

[Cfavano]

He felt he was nearing victory against Palion as the was were dissolving, and he was reveling in the victory to come. That was, until he felt it. He felt dark powers ripping his puppet apart, and he turns his head to face Hierophind. "Damn you, you foolish mageling, when I get my handy don you, I'll-" The dark forces finally did enough damage, to where he had lost complete control of the puppet, and the power contained in it causes a massive explosion, causing even the boats to rock at where they are moored. Finally, when the smoke clears, there is a black sword sticking in the ground, in pristine condition, and without a scratch. Heirophind hears a voice in his head. "Wield me, and the world will be yours!"

[E1Alpha]

With Palion dead, Hierophind expected the Archeos' armies to fall without doubt, however, something was spurring them even further. Palion had not come alone, that much was certain now.
Nothing the mighty prophet could not handle however.

The voice of the blade called out to him, and Hierophind was rather interested now. He had always wondered what spurred the dark beast, and as he approached the blade, he stared down at it. "So... You are the true beast? The black blooded menace? The world will be mine, you say? Ah... Now that's where you're wrong..."
Hierophind grasped the handle of the blade without hesitation, letting the dark power of it seep into his body to give it the feeling it could take root in Hierophind. However, the prophet merely smirked, before the pure and utter darkness he was harboring inside himself moved out to counter the blade's power. An overwhelming amount of power, which became obvious as an aura of darkness and shadow engulfed the prophet. He was not going to be possessed any time soon, and instead, he used his own power to seek and beat the dark power inhabiting the sword into submission.
"You are mine now... You are a much too useful pawn... Worry not... I'll deliver a body for you to use... But for now... Behave..." He would not stop the internal beatdown of power until the blade gave in to his will.

[E1Alpha]

<Judging will now commence. All posts from here on will be disregarded.>

[E1Alpha]

<Judging has finished. As per tie-breaker, it is decided that victory goes to Archeos>

Hierophind knew this new prize of his was going to be able to be molded into quite a handy tool. That much, he was going to make sure of.
Turning to the battle once more, Hierophind was troubled. The Archeons were still fighting on. Why had they not given up yet. His warlocks should have ended the battle right now there.
But when he set his gaze upon his dark casters, his eyes widened.
They laid dead. All of them.

Over their corpses stood the one foe Disgeran could dread the most: Ilea.
The Archeon assassin was glaring at Hierophind. They both she has ruined his plan, and without it, the Archeon valor and fighting spirit would become too much for the Disgerans. "Cursed little runt! I'll get you for this! I can assure you of that!"
Furious, Hierophind did what any caster commander with a brain would do in a losing battle, he teleported himself to safety.

Ilea rushed up to the cliff and cried out. "The Disgeran commander has fled! Their warlocks are dead! Fight on brothers and sisters! Beat this scum back to their hellhole! For Alu'Terasa! To victory!"
Ilea's battlecries was all that needed. Meter by bloody meter, the heretics and demons alike lost more ground to the righteous fist they were facing.

It was over. Meron pinnacle belonged to Archeos now. Even though they had to sacrifice Palion to do so, Ilea promised she would avenge him.

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