*CRANK!!* *BOOM*

  The rumbling of thunder and explosion shocks through the deep road upon the dismantling of the seal. As sounds of weapons clapping, bashing and grinding echoes through the thick mist overshadowing the presence of a new adversary.

  Once the seal was dissolve and the rift once again reconnects to the realm of the mortals. A few of the demons and devils who were fighting halts their combat, and there; they draw their attention towards the mist. From there; marches the mortals who seek to reclaim their ancestry, to the ones who can hear and see feast their eyes on the incoming opponent coming to join their fray.

  Through the mist lies the silhouette of dwarves and the traveler, their marching was slow due to the lingering energy that was left behind by the vigil’s seal. Up front was Akatosh smirking as he carries his axe on his right shoulder while brandishing his flaming sword, a menace to be seen. To spice it up, sparks of lightning begin to emit from his eyes; their pace was slow, rhythmic and heavy their entrance was a dynamic to be seen.

  “Baba booey.” Akatosh expresses once they emerge from the mist.

  “Piginaham…” The enchanter whispers a spell, and when he raises his right hand, it slowly absorbs the mist sucking it like a blackhole.

  “Wazzup fuckers!” Akatosh cry and as soon as he finished his demeanor, a hail of fire bolts erupted from the rear line.

  The venue was large expanded from the different dimensions and realms that were battered together. Reaching a wide range of two kilometers, it was a place, a gladiator of diverse creatures grinding, mutilating together to death and destruction as thousands of corpses and blood tainted the area.

  The front line halts their assault, and in seconds the rain of bolts poisoned through divine essence ripped through the hordes of demons and devils. To the ones who are powerful enough to withstand the attack roars towards the new enemy as some of them divert their aggression towards the armies of dwarves.

  Eager to ‘danse macabre’ with the enemies, Akatosh still in his composure waits and once again a second round of bolts and arrows were released, this time catapults were involved. Tainted with holy essence and filled with glittering dust, the catapult’s ammunition explodes upon impact decimating dozens of enemies. And those who were fast enough to avoid the barrage were skewered when they came too close at the front line. Now in a close combat, Akatosh and the dwarves savagely went for an assault, going toe-to-toe against the horde of fiends. Cascading his dominance expression, the traveler shifts to a grim aspect.

  “GRAAHHHH!!!!” Akatosh grunt; having the strength of a giant he hurls his sword horizontally, mowing those who didn’t have the firmness to withstand Akatosh strike. When thrown, he quickly follows it while brutally slaughtering whatever or whoever charge at him. One demon a half human and half snake challenge Akatosh in a single combat, in return when Akatosh manage to grasp the opportunity through his speed and strength, he grabs the demon’s tail and viciously hammers the demon on the ground before chopping it on the eight batters. Upon the retrieval of his sword three demon knights block his path, ready for another round his axe begins to ooze lightning followed by the slow emission of embers till it was scorching red. Charging whoever was closer to him, and from a good distance he vertically arc swing his ax at the demon knight who uses sword and shield style. Clad in dark harden armor, their plate mail was constructed in serrated design as it emits green glowing flames.

  When engage, the demon was bulldozed from the sheer power and strength of the storm giant imbued from the traveler’s weapon. And in a single strike his axe shatters the demon’s shield as it too effortlessly clawed the demon’s upper torso disrupting the fiend’s movement. Taking no chances, he swings his sword slicing the demon in half. Two quickly dashes see if they can overwhelm him with their joint attack. Just as Akatosh finishes the first demon knight, he quickly dashes away for a mere ten meters. As the two fiends close the distance, Akatosh unleashes his whip a now formidable whip that evolves through the elf’s work. Ready to munch a new living flesh, it swiftly ensnares one of the demons. And like a morning star he quickly ravages the entangled demon hammering the creature on every direction while it slowly coils penetrating its armor until the fiend painfully roars before being dismantle.

  Once dispatching the third demon knight on a one-on-one battle, an ominous impression came from the air, in seconds a portal was crack. Not fully open when a roar was vented out from the opening revealing a large and powerful entity, a Balor in the flesh.

  Unable to wait, its massive demonic hand came out tearing the portal; hasting its entrance to the battlefield. Only a second pass, the Balor’s head emerge as it roars forcing its way out. In response, the towering dwarven golem rushes towards where the Balor was coming out. The ground quakes, for its every step sends tremor throughout the place. Concentrating the direction towards the golem’s blitzkrieg, the Balor heave a lava of flames burying both allies and enemies from its attack. However, the golem’s invulnerability to fire shrugs of the Balor’s attack as it continues to charge at the fiend. When in contact, the dwarven golem swiftly grabs the Balor’s head rupturing, dragging out the creatures from its dimension.

  Quickly pulling the Balor out of its realm, the giant golem didn’t waste a second before diving a desolating punch at the creature’s head, by its attack the sound of blow could be heard throughout the battlefield. The fiend tries to recover while at the same time going for a counter attack but was tackled forcing the fiend on the corner. Sanding the beast’s head on the serrated walls, the Balor was forced to use his last resort. Overcome by rage, the fiend begins to change, and while it morphs it created a sonic blast forcing the mighty golem a step back. When finish, the beast was now more vicious, as flames coats its skin and wings, from its neck were four gills drooling magma so too was his mouth.

  Summoning a grand scorching broad sword yet before it could make a swing, he was struck by a large bolder coming from the second golem. In a blink the Balor was once again battered in fist, rattling the demon before it could make a deathblow. Now as the second golem joins the brawl, the two behemoth golems begins to have their second phase activating their runic signs and with it the golems begin to emit sparks of electricity, with a final blow they brutally tore the Balor in half. In their short victory, fifteen more portals where summoned as different types of behemoths were soon to be birth. A pit fiend, a Balor, a Cacodemon all manners of abomination were summon at once.

  Overwhelm once all of the demons and devils were summoned, Amaragnum calls to their aid.

  “Try collecting both the blood of demon, devil and Deedras’.” The stillmage implores.

  “And how do I do that?!” Akatosh implores fighting all types of abomination.

  “Just dirty your hands with their blood!”

  Without replying, Akatosh does what his partner commands him to do. And when he finally drenches his hands, he moves to safer corner for Amaragnum to do his spell.

  “Aye, me need to borrow your hand for a bit.” The stillmage implores followed by a malevolent tone.

  Upon giving up both of his hand, “Ahh… let’s give this abomination a parting gift.” In a deep breath the travelers dropped their armaments, there the blood that taints Akatosh’s hands begins to detach forming a sphere shape. Now with their blood on his palm the travelers’ hand waves in a circular motion and as they did greenish-black flame slowly manifest from their hand.

  “Incinerate…” A malevolent tone the travelers utter, in a single clap of the floating blood; a sonic wave burst through the battlefield follows by a malevolent wail of indescribable cry of a creature.

  What follows was a decimating blow to all of the fiends who are presence, as they wither into ashes. Even the behemoth demons, devils and Deedras were at no mercy as they too crumble like a paper being burned into ashes. Shock and mystified the dwarves look at each other for answers to what happen. But for the elf, the power of Amaragnum in displayed rings his aura.

  “That again?” The elf says overwhelm by the power that was delivered on the battlefield.

  After his quick debut, Amaragnum returns to his sanctuary erasing his traces. But even the eradication of their enemies, the rift was still active; this time lesser demons and devils together with their high-ranking generals now joins the war.

  “W-w-what now?” Risha implores in anxiety as soon as they saw the now formidable opponents.

  “I summon thee…” Unfazed by the marching of the high-ranking devils, and abyssal prince. Changing to now higher aspect the one he used towards Akatosh.

  Floating in midair, the enchanter’s hand quickly emits two different types of spells. On his right is a shimmering golden light emitting flakes of light, while through his left was a dark crimson flame. There through a swift action, the enchanter then rams his palms on the ground summoning two celestials at once.

  Conjuring the deva that he used against the traveler; however, the deva was now emitting a strong divine energy howling throughout her body. On the other hand, opposite to her was a female fallen deva. Her beauty is a match to her sister, a soothing ashen skin lifeless and melancholy and lips that are stained in black. Dark and graceful her gray hair emits a scarlet flame through every edge of her hair. So too her black wings blemish in blood fire, wielding a searing spear sword. In contrast to her sister, she wore a gothic plate male fitting her flawless body matching her appearance as a fallen deity.

  In the absence of his command nor words, the two angels fleetly leap to their task. In haste, the fallen deva charge through the horde of enemies easily razing countless opponents as she searches for Akatosh. Her fighting style is as graceful as a serene stream running without splattering and deadly on her every strike as she decapitates and slice her opponents, big nor small. Even her raven wings turns into sharp blade acting as shield and at the same time harms that came in contact whenever she maneuvers. Whilst the fallen deva dances around with the enemies, her sister leaps through the air overseeing the battlefield. Through a quick raise of her sword, it radiates a blinding light and through a single swing, it cast thousands of beaming lights instantly killing to whatever the light strikes. After summoning his powerful servants, the enchanter follows another powerful spell; a healing spell.

  Pressing his right palm on the earthy ground, it quickly germinates large vines and while they grew it creates a golden flower through which they release golden pollens the size of a marble. Through a quick wave of his hand, the pollens immediately attached themselves towards the dwarfs who are busy fighting at the front line. Germinated in seconds, the dwarves’ injuries slowly rejuvenates whereas the seeds that were planted on their armor sprouted vines boosting their strength and stamina much as healing their wounds.

  As for the backline, Haiden and Risha were task in keeping the barriers intact preventing any fiends from leaving the battlefield. And to the creatures that were gifted with wings and flight, became shooting targets for the mages and archers from the rear. Throwing elemental bolts, and powerful long-range spell as they too summons monsters, and other worldly creatures that came from the astral plane, aiding them in quenching the horde of flying enemies.

  Through all of it, chaos and carnage are all in one place as Deedras demons, devils, dwarfs, humans, deities and all manners of creatures are in one spot massacring each other. Too demons fighting their rival demons while at the same time clashing to their other hated enemies, it’s not just them that are fighting on all faction but so as the other side. But for the dwarves who have a good start, they needed to dismantle the rift before being overwhelm by the sheer number of seven dimensions. And when the fallen deva spots Akatosh raging through the sea of enemies bathing in the blood of his opponents. Ambidextrous he was, his fighting style differs from the two deities for his was a raging river decimating foe after foe. There was no beauty in destruction but pure discord.

  Instant, once the fallen deva saw the traveler; she charges forth like a bullet drilling in midair as her sharp wings dismember every combatant that tries to hinder her movement. In a few meters, the fallen promptly shifts her action blooming her wings upon closing at Akatosh halting his movements from the tempest of her wings.

  “Quickly!” She implores telepathically sending Akatosh all the information.

  Realizing this was the thing the enchanter was mentioning, he quickly heeds to her lead.

  “How do we--” before Akatosh could react, the deva effortlessly clutches him on her chest as if he was toddler.

  A single flap of her wings lunges them to where the entrance of other realms and dimensions, opposite to whence they made their entrance. Knowing that advancing towards the mist would lead them to other realms the fallen deva just before they could be swallowed by the mist, she briskly vertically swings her weapons slicing the mist in half. And through her action, to where the mist was divided a portal was revealed allowing them to enter the rift.

  When enters the place was filled with nothing but sea of clouds and water that stretch endlessly. It was beautiful as the sky was littered with stars, galaxies, moons every body of space you can think was all there. The still shallow water which was only an inch’s deep mirrors the face of the heaven.

  Awe by the grand appeal of the place, lifeless, motionless yet calming to one’s serenity as if being sweep by the atmosphere. However, it was only a second of admiring the scenery when they saw lesser Deedras, demon and devil lords and prince brawling to death.

  “The heck, why are there abomination lingering in this place?” Akatosh ask.

  “They seek to control the rift and who controls the rift controls other realms, that’s why the lords of the realms came here to settle. Best we dismantle this rift before they--”

  “MORTAL!!” Shouts one of the lords a seven headed abomination of a snake that have the body of a dragon. “THEY SEEK TO DESTROY THIS RIFT!” The demon continues sending some of its minion.

  “HURRY!” The deva exclaimed as she defends Akatosh.

  Right away sheathing his weapons, Akatosh brought out the scroll and the cube which pique the interest of the deva upon seeing the cube, but as he was about to activate the scroll a powerful demon appears separating him and the deva. An eight-foot-tall wingless devil, similar to a human its upper body is coated in blood red, with four horns it has no feet but only dark mist floating in midair.

  “Bold of you mortal--”

  Unsheathing his weapons, Akatosh faintly consumed by his ax’s rage, his blazing sword reacts towards the powerful devil as if it has found hatred, slowly then Akatosh’s armor begins to emit embers even his kilt and other fabric glows in embers. Charge with furry he leaps for a smash of his unrelenting ax, unfazed the devil conjures a blazing black sword challenging Akatosh’s ax. And when the two blades kiss, Akatosh’s ax shatters the devil’s weapons, there the devil instantly realizes…

  “Impossible! Malltor’s hammer--” The devil implores before he was being viciously dismantled through Akatosh’s ambidextrous combo.

  As for the fallen, knowing If they stay longer all of their sacrifices would be nothing. In desperation once she dispatches her opponents quickly, she reinstitutes towards the traveler who slowly begins to get consumed by the enchantment of his weapons. And like a child she shakes him until he grasps his consciousness.

  “I’m alright-I’m alright.” Akatosh implores, “Where’s the--”

  Cutting him off, the fallen deva offers him the cube and the scroll. Followed by a nod, she then clones herself into twelve surrounding Akatosh for him to end the rift. As for the fiends who are butchering each other they quickly alter their interest towards the two. Unfortunately, the scroll was now activated as it begins to show cracks through the sky. And like mirror, the rift begins to shift slowly consumed by the scroll.

  “AARRRGGHHH!!” Cry Akatosh as his hand begins to felt the searing of the scroll, but through fortitude he overcame the pain thanks to the healing of the deva.

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  For the fiends, once they saw the rift being dismantled, halting their attack they hastily reinstitute to their realms like a cowering dog they were. Absorbing her clones, the deva then opens a portal allowing them to escape before being consumed by the scroll as stated by Hawk’s journal. As for the other side of the battle, the fiends knowing that the rift was being dismantled cowardly returns to where they belong before the door to all realms were shattered. And once the mist and portals no longer to be seen, those fiends who are left behind were eradicated by the dwarves. For the two, just before they could escape, a surge of time magic pauses everything and there once the scroll absorbs the rift Amaragnum emerge, hungry and amused he then starts a small conversation.

  “Care to tell me you motive?” Akatosh implores undaunted by his malicious atmosphere.

  “Don’t destroy the scroll, it’s best to keep it to your bag of holding we’ll be needing that thing.”

  “I understand, but what are you going to do about this scroll.”

  “Oh, you’ll soon see.” Amaragnum implores followed by a chuckle.

  Time resume and quickly Akatosh and the deva returns to the material plane, now what’s Infront of them was very large hallway leading to where they find their answers. Standing side by side Akatosh clear his throat.

  “Ehem, your combat from before is quite fascinating.” Akatosh implores unable to look at the beautiful deva. “Don’t mind me asking but do you have some way to condense your form into a human size thing?” he continues with a hint of embarrassment.

  In respond the deva giggles while she masks her lips using her fingers. “Truly are, for my centuries of living never once did I hear a word like that coming from a human.”

  “Times change, and if take it to consideration I’ll be the first to let you experience new things, isn’t that the life of living?”

  Without a reply the fallen deva smile, using her wings she cocoons herself as crimson mist envelop her. And when done, as the whirling wind diminished and with the flush of her wings, she was now the same size as Akatosh only taller.

  Abash by her sheer beauty Akatosh was petrified seeing the fallen deva matching his size as she flaunts her elegance. “Ah… by the way, names Akatosh a traveler by far.”

  “Akatosh is it…” The deva smile, “forgive me but our names is scared and uttering our name to a stranger have consequences even for a fallen deity such as myself.”

  “I see… Then what should I call you then? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “You can call me Solar.”

  “Solar it is them.”

  “I think we should return they are eager to what awaits the other side.” She implores reaching her hand towards Akatosh.

  The Deep Road the Battle of Dominions

  *CRANK!!* *BOOM*

  The rumbling of thunder and explosion shocks through the deep road upon the dismantling of the seal. As sounds of weapons clapping, bashing and grinding echoes through the thick mist overshadowing the presence of a new adversary.

  Once the seal was dissolve and the rift once again reconnects to the realm of the mortals. A few of the demons and devils who were fighting halts their combat, and there; they draw their attention towards the mist. From there; marches the mortals who seek to reclaim their ancestry, to the ones who can hear and see feast their eyes on the incoming opponent coming to join their fray.

  Through the mist lies the silhouette of dwarves and the traveler, their marching was slow due to the lingering energy that was left behind by the vigil’s seal. Up front was Akatosh smirking as he carries his axe on his right shoulder while brandishing his flaming sword, a menace to be seen. To spice it up, sparks of lightning begin to emit from his eyes; their pace was slow, rhythmic and heavy their entrance was a dynamic to be seen.

  “Baba booey.” Akatosh expresses once they emerge from the mist.

  “Piginaham…” The enchanter whispers a spell, and when he raises his right hand, it slowly absorbs the mist sucking it like a blackhole.

  “Wazzup fuckers!” Akatosh cry and as soon as he finished his demeanor, a hail of fire bolts erupted from the rear line.

  The venue was large expanded from the different dimensions and realms that were battered together. Reaching a wide range of two kilometers, it was a place, a gladiator of diverse creatures grinding, mutilating together to death and destruction as thousands of corpses and blood tainted the area.

  The front line halts their assault, and in seconds the rain of bolts poisoned through divine essence ripped through the hordes of demons and devils. To the ones who are powerful enough to withstand the attack roars towards the new enemy as some of them divert their aggression towards the armies of dwarves.

  Eager to ‘danse macabre’ with the enemies, Akatosh still in his composure waits and once again a second round of bolts and arrows were released, this time catapults were involved. Tainted with holy essence and filled with glittering dust, the catapult’s ammunition explodes upon impact decimating dozens of enemies. And those who were fast enough to avoid the barrage were skewered when they came too close at the front line. Now in a close combat, Akatosh and the dwarves savagely went for an assault, going toe-to-toe against the horde of fiends. Cascading his dominance expression, the traveler shifts to a grim aspect.

  “GRAAHHHH!!!!” Akatosh grunt; having the strength of a giant he hurls his sword horizontally, mowing those who didn’t have the firmness to withstand Akatosh strike. When thrown, he quickly follows it while brutally slaughtering whatever or whoever charge at him. One demon a half human and half snake challenge Akatosh in a single combat, in return when Akatosh manage to grasp the opportunity through his speed and strength, he grabs the demon’s tail and viciously hammers the demon on the ground before chopping it on the eight batters. Upon the retrieval of his sword three demon knights block his path, ready for another round his axe begins to ooze lightning followed by the slow emission of embers till it was scorching red. Charging whoever was closer to him, and from a good distance he vertically arc swing his ax at the demon knight who uses sword and shield style. Clad in dark harden armor, their plate mail was constructed in serrated design as it emits green glowing flames.

  When engage, the demon was bulldozed from the sheer power and strength of the storm giant imbued from the traveler’s weapon. And in a single strike his axe shatters the demon’s shield as it too effortlessly clawed the demon’s upper torso disrupting the fiend’s movement. Taking no chances, he swings his sword slicing the demon in half. Two quickly dashes see if they can overwhelm him with their joint attack. Just as Akatosh finishes the first demon knight, he quickly dashes away for a mere ten meters. As the two fiends close the distance, Akatosh unleashes his whip a now formidable whip that evolves through the elf’s work. Ready to munch a new living flesh, it swiftly ensnares one of the demons. And like a morning star he quickly ravages the entangled demon hammering the creature on every direction while it slowly coils penetrating its armor until the fiend painfully roars before being dismantle.

  Once dispatching the third demon knight on a one-on-one battle, an ominous impression came from the air, in seconds a portal was crack. Not fully open when a roar was vented out from the opening revealing a large and powerful entity, a Balor in the flesh.

  Unable to wait, its massive demonic hand came out tearing the portal; hasting its entrance to the battlefield. Only a second pass, the Balor’s head emerge as it roars forcing its way out. In response, the towering dwarven golem rushes towards where the Balor was coming out. The ground quakes, for its every step sends tremor throughout the place. Concentrating the direction towards the golem’s blitzkrieg, the Balor heave a lava of flames burying both allies and enemies from its attack. However, the golem’s invulnerability to fire shrugs of the Balor’s attack as it continues to charge at the fiend. When in contact, the dwarven golem swiftly grabs the Balor’s head rupturing, dragging out the creatures from its dimension.

  Quickly pulling the Balor out of its realm, the giant golem didn’t waste a second before diving a desolating punch at the creature’s head, by its attack the sound of blow could be heard throughout the battlefield. The fiend tries to recover while at the same time going for a counter attack but was tackled forcing the fiend on the corner. Sanding the beast’s head on the serrated walls, the Balor was forced to use his last resort. Overcome by rage, the fiend begins to change, and while it morphs it created a sonic blast forcing the mighty golem a step back. When finish, the beast was now more vicious, as flames coats its skin and wings, from its neck were four gills drooling magma so too was his mouth.

  Summoning a grand scorching broad sword yet before it could make a swing, he was struck by a large bolder coming from the second golem. In a blink the Balor was once again battered in fist, rattling the demon before it could make a deathblow. Now as the second golem joins the brawl, the two behemoth golems begins to have their second phase activating their runic signs and with it the golems begin to emit sparks of electricity, with a final blow they brutally tore the Balor in half. In their short victory, fifteen more portals where summoned as different types of behemoths were soon to be birth. A pit fiend, a Balor, a Cacodemon all manners of abomination were summon at once.

  Overwhelm once all of the demons and devils were summoned, Amaragnum calls to their aid.

  “Try collecting both the blood of demon, devil and Deedras’.” The stillmage implores.

  “And how do I do that?!” Akatosh implores fighting all types of abomination.

  “Just dirty your hands with their blood!”

  Without replying, Akatosh does what his partner commands him to do. And when he finally drenches his hands, he moves to safer corner for Amaragnum to do his spell.

  “Aye, me need to borrow your hand for a bit.” The stillmage implores followed by a malevolent tone.

  Upon giving up both of his hand, “Ahh… let’s give this abomination a parting gift.” In a deep breath the travelers dropped their armaments, there the blood that taints Akatosh’s hands begins to detach forming a sphere shape. Now with their blood on his palm the travelers’ hand waves in a circular motion and as they did greenish-black flame slowly manifest from their hand.

  “Incinerate…” A malevolent tone the travelers utter, in a single clap of the floating blood; a sonic wave burst through the battlefield follows by a malevolent wail of indescribable cry of a creature.

  What follows was a decimating blow to all of the fiends who are presence, as they wither into ashes. Even the behemoth demons, devils and Deedras were at no mercy as they too crumble like a paper being burned into ashes. Shock and mystified the dwarves look at each other for answers to what happen. But for the elf, the power of Amaragnum in displayed rings his aura.

  “That again?” The elf says overwhelm by the power that was delivered on the battlefield.

  After his quick debut, Amaragnum returns to his sanctuary erasing his traces. But even the eradication of their enemies, the rift was still active; this time lesser demons and devils together with their high-ranking generals now joins the war.

  “W-w-what now?” Risha implores in anxiety as soon as they saw the now formidable opponents.

  “I summon thee…” Unfazed by the marching of the high-ranking devils, and abyssal prince. Changing to now higher aspect the one he used towards Akatosh.

  Floating in midair, the enchanter’s hand quickly emits two different types of spells. On his right is a shimmering golden light emitting flakes of light, while through his left was a dark crimson flame. There through a swift action, the enchanter then rams his palms on the ground summoning two celestials at once.

  Conjuring the deva that he used against the traveler; however, the deva was now emitting a strong divine energy howling throughout her body. On the other hand, opposite to her was a female fallen deva. Her beauty is a match to her sister, a soothing ashen skin lifeless and melancholy and lips that are stained in black. Dark and graceful her gray hair emits a scarlet flame through every edge of her hair. So too her black wings blemish in blood fire, wielding a searing spear sword. In contrast to her sister, she wore a gothic plate male fitting her flawless body matching her appearance as a fallen deity.

  In the absence of his command nor words, the two angels fleetly leap to their task. In haste, the fallen deva charge through the horde of enemies easily razing countless opponents as she searches for Akatosh. Her fighting style is as graceful as a serene stream running without splattering and deadly on her every strike as she decapitates and slice her opponents, big nor small. Even her raven wings turns into sharp blade acting as shield and at the same time harms that came in contact whenever she maneuvers. Whilst the fallen deva dances around with the enemies, her sister leaps through the air overseeing the battlefield. Through a quick raise of her sword, it radiates a blinding light and through a single swing, it cast thousands of beaming lights instantly killing to whatever the light strikes. After summoning his powerful servants, the enchanter follows another powerful spell; a healing spell.

  Pressing his right palm on the earthy ground, it quickly germinates large vines and while they grew it creates a golden flower through which they release golden pollens the size of a marble. Through a quick wave of his hand, the pollens immediately attached themselves towards the dwarfs who are busy fighting at the front line. Germinated in seconds, the dwarves’ injuries slowly rejuvenates whereas the seeds that were planted on their armor sprouted vines boosting their strength and stamina much as healing their wounds.

  As for the backline, Haiden and Risha were task in keeping the barriers intact preventing any fiends from leaving the battlefield. And to the creatures that were gifted with wings and flight, became shooting targets for the mages and archers from the rear. Throwing elemental bolts, and powerful long-range spell as they too summons monsters, and other worldly creatures that came from the astral plane, aiding them in quenching the horde of flying enemies.

  Through all of it, chaos and carnage are all in one place as Deedras demons, devils, dwarfs, humans, deities and all manners of creatures are in one spot massacring each other. Too demons fighting their rival demons while at the same time clashing to their other hated enemies, it’s not just them that are fighting on all faction but so as the other side. But for the dwarves who have a good start, they needed to dismantle the rift before being overwhelm by the sheer number of seven dimensions. And when the fallen deva spots Akatosh raging through the sea of enemies bathing in the blood of his opponents. Ambidextrous he was, his fighting style differs from the two deities for his was a raging river decimating foe after foe. There was no beauty in destruction but pure discord.

  Instant, once the fallen deva saw the traveler; she charges forth like a bullet drilling in midair as her sharp wings dismember every combatant that tries to hinder her movement. In a few meters, the fallen promptly shifts her action blooming her wings upon closing at Akatosh halting his movements from the tempest of her wings.

  “Quickly!” She implores telepathically sending Akatosh all the information.

  Realizing this was the thing the enchanter was mentioning, he quickly heeds to her lead.

  “How do we--” before Akatosh could react, the deva effortlessly clutches him on her chest as if he was toddler.

  A single flap of her wings lunges them to where the entrance of other realms and dimensions, opposite to whence they made their entrance. Knowing that advancing towards the mist would lead them to other realms the fallen deva just before they could be swallowed by the mist, she briskly vertically swings her weapons slicing the mist in half. And through her action, to where the mist was divided a portal was revealed allowing them to enter the rift.

  When enters the place was filled with nothing but sea of clouds and water that stretch endlessly. It was beautiful as the sky was littered with stars, galaxies, moons every body of space you can think was all there. The still shallow water which was only an inch’s deep mirrors the face of the heaven.

  Awe by the grand appeal of the place, lifeless, motionless yet calming to one’s serenity as if being sweep by the atmosphere. However, it was only a second of admiring the scenery when they saw lesser Deedras, demon and devil lords and prince brawling to death.

  “The heck, why are there abomination lingering in this place?” Akatosh ask.

  “They seek to control the rift and who controls the rift controls other realms, that’s why the lords of the realms came here to settle. Best we dismantle this rift before they--”

  “MORTAL!!” Shouts one of the lords a seven headed abomination of a snake that have the body of a dragon. “THEY SEEK TO DESTROY THIS RIFT!” The demon continues sending some of its minion.

  “HURRY!” The deva exclaimed as she defends Akatosh.

  Right away sheathing his weapons, Akatosh brought out the scroll and the cube which pique the interest of the deva upon seeing the cube, but as he was about to activate the scroll a powerful demon appears separating him and the deva. An eight-foot-tall wingless devil, similar to a human its upper body is coated in blood red, with four horns it has no feet but only dark mist floating in midair.

  “Bold of you mortal--”

  Unsheathing his weapons, Akatosh faintly consumed by his ax’s rage, his blazing sword reacts towards the powerful devil as if it has found hatred, slowly then Akatosh’s armor begins to emit embers even his kilt and other fabric glows in embers. Charge with furry he leaps for a smash of his unrelenting ax, unfazed the devil conjures a blazing black sword challenging Akatosh’s ax. And when the two blades kiss, Akatosh’s ax shatters the devil’s weapons, there the devil instantly realizes…

  “Impossible! Malltor’s hammer--” The devil implores before he was being viciously dismantled through Akatosh’s ambidextrous combo.

  As for the fallen, knowing If they stay longer all of their sacrifices would be nothing. In desperation once she dispatches her opponents quickly, she reinstitutes towards the traveler who slowly begins to get consumed by the enchantment of his weapons. And like a child she shakes him until he grasps his consciousness.

  “I’m alright-I’m alright.” Akatosh implores, “Where’s the--”

  Cutting him off, the fallen deva offers him the cube and the scroll. Followed by a nod, she then clones herself into twelve surrounding Akatosh for him to end the rift. As for the fiends who are butchering each other they quickly alter their interest towards the two. Unfortunately, the scroll was now activated as it begins to show cracks through the sky. And like mirror, the rift begins to shift slowly consumed by the scroll.

  “AARRRGGHHH!!” Cry Akatosh as his hand begins to felt the searing of the scroll, but through fortitude he overcame the pain thanks to the healing of the deva.

  For the fiends, once they saw the rift being dismantled, halting their attack they hastily reinstitute to their realms like a cowering dog they were. Absorbing her clones, the deva then opens a portal allowing them to escape before being consumed by the scroll as stated by Hawk’s journal. As for the other side of the battle, the fiends knowing that the rift was being dismantled cowardly returns to where they belong before the door to all realms were shattered. And once the mist and portals no longer to be seen, those fiends who are left behind were eradicated by the dwarves. For the two, just before they could escape, a surge of time magic pauses everything and there once the scroll absorbs the rift Amaragnum emerge, hungry and amused he then starts a small conversation.

  “Care to tell me you motive?” Akatosh implores undaunted by his malicious atmosphere.

  “Don’t destroy the scroll, it’s best to keep it to your bag of holding we’ll be needing that thing.”

  “I understand, but what are you going to do about this scroll.”

  “Oh, you’ll soon see.” Amaragnum implores followed by a chuckle.

  Time resume and quickly Akatosh and the deva returns to the material plane, now what’s Infront of them was very large hallway leading to where they find their answers. Standing side by side Akatosh clear his throat.

  “Ehem, your combat from before is quite fascinating.” Akatosh implores unable to look at the beautiful deva. “Don’t mind me asking but do you have some way to condense your form into a human size thing?” he continues with a hint of embarrassment.

  In respond the deva giggles while she masks her lips using her fingers. “Truly are, for my centuries of living never once did I hear a word like that coming from a human.”

  “Times change, and if take it to consideration I’ll be the first to let you experience new things, isn’t that the life of living?”

  Without a reply the fallen deva smile, using her wings she cocoons herself as crimson mist envelop her. And when done, as the whirling wind diminished and with the flush of her wings, she was now the same size as Akatosh only taller.

  Abash by her sheer beauty Akatosh was petrified seeing the fallen deva matching his size as she flaunts her elegance. “Ah… by the way, names Akatosh a traveler by far.”

  “Akatosh is it…” The deva smile, “forgive me but our names is scared and uttering our name to a stranger have consequences even for a fallen deity such as myself.”

  “I see… Then what should I call you then? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “You can call me Solar.”

  “Solar it is them.”

  “I think we should return they are eager to what awaits the other side.” She implores reaching her hand towards Akatosh.