Chapter 1196: Subordinate. Friend? Pet.
Another one to see the full extent of the change in the battle was Ceres, who returned to a mountain engulfed in purple light. Natina Durnham had finally stepped up personally. It wasn't just the big guns that had received the purple light. All the undead surrounding the walls of Delta were torches of purple fire.
All the undead in the air were burning in their master’s power and frantically tried to enter a hole in the barrier. That wasn't all. From the foot of the mountain came a sea of purple flooding up the slopes.
It was one of the few instances where the elemental saw the need to report back the situation, as it was slowly getting out of hand. Especially those that had kept the legend at bay barely managed to hold on-
“Ceres, are you still there?” Mary questioned as the Parrot of Doom had suddenly fallen silent. Ceres was high up in the air when he spotted Blotches and fell silent. Deep in its mind something clicked, seeing the big green oaf towering over his dying...subordinate. Friend? Pet.
“Ceres...?” it came from the commlink, but the question was unable to reach the elemental.
As emotions churned under the glittering surface of the lighting eagle, so did the clouds above as a storm was brewing. Thunder shook the mountains, as the sky roared in reaction to Ceres' displeasure.
Thunder rolled across the Central Mountain and the clouds had grown dark and heavy above the district. The early day had darkened under the dark heaven, cracking with lightning. Staring at the scene of the battlefield, pictures played in his mind.
The eagle remembered the scenes of the past when Blotches had just become his pet and started following it everywhere, how they played, the fun they had. Maybe the memories were a little skewed by Ceres’ own psychotic perspective, but they were real to him, nonetheless.
Death. This creature had to die. Unconsciously, energy gathered above the elemental. The dark clouds were pulled into a vortex of raging winds, incomparably stronger than the small storm the golem created before. It was as if the heavens themselves pointed a black finger at the ground to crush the filthy beast that had touched Blotches.
The orc shaman, covered in all kinds of flashy light, succeeded in creating a barrier, but he could only stare in shock at his impending doom. The barrier stood no chance against the bird covered in lightning, rushing down the index finger of death.
“Finger of God.”
Charged Ceres’ claws easily crushed the haphazard shield and tore into the orc’s shoulders. With an ear-shattering cry, the eagle opened his wings wide to the sky, calling the lightning. The next moment, the dark finger of clouds and wind, became a pillar of light, as Ceres drew all the power from the clouds above, channeling lightning into Uz’Roc.
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