The Bishop and the bird were clashing in the airs above Delta. One side crackling with lightning, the other filled with holy vengeance. They had crushed Krista's Shield. They had overturned the Holy Domain. They had killed the members of his order.
Turnus, Cupido, Numitor, Tatius... he had technically raised those boys with his own hands. His fist clenched the shaft of his two-handed mace staff. Yet, after all they did, he was still unable to even overpower this stupid bird, despite his opponent being unable even to go all out!
“Ugh! No! Demus! Help!” the Bishop heard the final screams of Jarvan. now even his last remaining ally was caught by the Mass of Roots he had been fighting on the ground. He grimaced in sorrow, but he was unable to come to his help. The moment he turned his back, the bird would attack...
No! He wouldn't allow them to take another one. It was too late for his knights or the parties, but if he managed to save Jarvan and at least return, there was still a chance for retribution and redemption. he was ready to burn his life force and have Covdite descent into his body, when-
Whoom! Something lashed at him.
The apparitions of little fat baby angels under his feet were crushed, turning into sprays of light with every step, as he was suddenly forced to evade the attacks of vines from above. At the same time, he had to defend against the strikes of the lightning eagle.
Was this their plan? Now that Jarvan was subdued the tree was going to join the battle in the sky with the vines hanging off its branches? Demus shot a glance at the lightning bird. Although it was even more frustrating, he knew that he had been unable to go all out so far.
He had seen some of the attacks on the horizon past the city and this fight. however, it seemed unable to use any kinds of clouds or greater winds in consideration of the crown of the giant tree above. If the tree itself joined now, it was as if he had to fight the whole terrain itself.
Everything was over. Even if he sacrificed his life to have an avatar of Covdite descent, he couldn't win here. It wouldn't even be enough to take one of these two with him to the grave. The whole operation was a failure and he was the last one able to move freely.
This left him only one option. It was cowardly. he himself had spoken up against this kind of contingency plan, but now he was the only one left, able to make the decision. A small magic device appeared in his hands.
But once opened, these gates were continuously fueled by the other side making it almost impossible to close them. This was why he hesitated for a moment, but it was too late to ponder, now.
He stared into the mechanical eyes of the bird, as they plunged toward the gray city below. Lightning strikes shook his body, but he grit his teeth and tightened his grip. He would crush the beast on the ground, taking away its maneuverability. Then he could finish it off in melee batt-
The bishop felt a sharp pain penetrating his sides and piercing deep into his stomach and lungs. He felt the strength leaving his grip against his will. Sharp claws ripped away the ragged robe, as the eagle kicked the clergy away from itself, leaving him to tumble toward the ground alone.
In disbelief, Demus looked up at the bird, who was rising back up. His eyes were drawn to his body. His whole torso was penetrated by the bird's metallic feathers, his arms being almost amputated. No wonder he couldn't hold onto it....
Seeing the ground quickly coming closer, he prayed for the mercy of Covdite and holy power surged in his body. Although he had failed to take down the bird, he wouldn't just die here from a little fall. The feathers were pushed out from his body as the wound started closing.
Demus regained his bearing and caught his fall with his . He looked up at the eagle, arrogantly circling in the air above. Then he looked to the gates. Many were filled with hellscapes, others with eternal night or a dim darkness.
It had not even been a minute since they opened, but he could already see demonic beasts pouring from the massive circles in the sky. He threw the bird another glance, but there was nothing he could do. ꭆάŊỐbЁ????
Demons knew neither friend nor foe. The bishop had to leave unless he wanted to fight the hordes alongside the tree and the bird. As long as he got away from the tree he would survive. It was just a question of time to find a way back home then.
He turned around to charge to the outskirts of Delta, aiming to leave the city, but he was suddenly hit in the stomach, by a fist that felt like it would blow apart his body into a cloud of blood.
“Young friend, why are you already trying to leave?” a benign old man, with the fist of the devil asked friendly.
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