As Luna asked her question, not expecting a response, the physical contact allowed it to hear her, and allowed it to reply. The land around her melted away, and she found herself standing among various tall beings. A tall man, whoes hair was white, eyes jet black, and skin spewing fire from cracks in his rocky flesh. A woman with black hair, a bow strapped to her back, and a keen gaze. A older looking man witha fierce gaze and a heavy muscular frame. and even Venus from new Pantheon was here. Her golden hair complimented by a silver dress and fair skin. A fair bit away was a man with jet black hair, a scar running down his face. He bore the same sword on his back. Their eyes all burned with a different collor, and were all fixated on the same thing.
You would fin yourself atop a great mountain, with many great walls carved around, into its base with legions of centaurs and siege weapons lined up in a single direction. Four-armed Naga clad in heavenly armor line the walls, and in the basin far below. They were ready for a major battle. In the distance was a plume of shadow that rose up like a wall that spaned forever in each direction but forward. Twelve legions of dark knights are each lined up, with their flag bearers and elites in formation. And at their head were beings that simply looking at would cause your heart to race, even at this distance. They began moving forward. The older man spoke to everyone. "Do we agree. War is the only option?" His query was met with unanimous agreement, and the burning one nodded. He pulled out a large horn, and blew into it the call of battle. A few seconds passed, and the trebuchets fired, and a hail of flaming rocks and arrows began flying from the mountain to the enemy hordes. They responded with arrow fire, a charge, and magical bombardment. The battle looked fierce and brutal. But it seemed like the twelve generals of the enemy had already made it up. The defenders drew their blades, and the generals did not.
The defenders, one by one got butchered. Fro the first one hundred, ninety had died to the bare hands of these twelve monsters. eventually, after a fierce, flashy, gory battle, one of the dark generals' arms plunged into the heart of the bearer of the sword, and you could see him begin falling through time, and through an infinite sky. Then finally, with a great impact, hit the spot you are standing at, as your vision transfers back into your body. |