Deathsong Chronicles - Tacet 1

The battle in the Rift of Reality wasn't going well. The demons swarmed the area, and more than a third of the Rift Warriors lay on the ground dead or dying. Just when most were about to give up...

...a blade spun through the air, slicing off the heads of more than a score of demon, then arced back to the source, decapitating a score more.

The quicksilver blade returned to Xepher's firm grip.

"Xepher!" shouted Kaffleen. "Can you fight?"

"Hell yeah." Xepher replied while sending a score more demons to whatever afterlife that existed for them. "Hey, Captain!" shouted Xepher to the Rift Warrior's captain.

"What?" yelled the graying, experienced captain.

"Can you open the portal to Nirvana?"

"Nirvana?! And why would you want to go there?"

"There's humans in there. When I finished the trials, the guy in the Guardian Realm told me about them. We could get their help." said Xepher.

The captain called three other Rift Warriors to him, and together they chanted, opening the portal.

"I'll be quick!" yelled Xepher as he jumped in. "Strengthen the portal more!"
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Razel and Emily had convinced the six dragonflights to aid in the war with the alliance. Now, flame and ice, earth and wind, light and darkness flew together as the six elements combined into one.

Xaxas flew at their head to the alliance's base. Dragon after dragon roared lustily, stirring their blood in preparation for battle.

Razel's followers were astride the other leading dragons, casting strengthening spells upon the great behemoths. The aura protection surrounded each and every dragon. Their magic were augmented in turn by the powers granted by the dragons.
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Xepher had convinced the humans in Nirvana to escape the dying world, and follow him into Rursus. They agreed, with the sole proviso of needing sufficient land as theirs.

And so the demons were overwhelmed by the tides of hatred pouring out of the Rift, humans seeking vengeance upon the demons who destroyed their world.

"Now, to Rursus. This is just getting better and better." muttered Nocturna, to whom Ruby rolled his eyes at.

The captain now opened the portal to Rursus, the exit atop the Shadow Peaks in the far East.
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Krasin staggered into the midst of the Alliance's camp, and relayed his message to Soroga and the others.

"We will gladly ally with you. I will send a message to your leaders, regarding our alliance. But...why are you wounded?" said Soroga.

"Demon assassins. And a captain of theirs, one called Hellram." said Krasin. "I slew him, but barely survived."

"Ah. All right, then. Stay back for now and recuperate." said Soroga as he left the tent. He then contacted the Orcs through a magical message sent through the aether of Rursus.
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The orcs and their allies received the message in but a few seconds, and began their march to the capital, where Aria was housed, in the east.

The orc warlocks, troll shamans, spectre darkweavers and ogre sorcerers revised their spells, while the chieftains of the races discussed strategy as they marched. They were prepared to make demon blood flow like the rivers of the vales.

Every peon to legendary warrior in the hordes readied their weapons as they approached the battlefield. The reckoning of the world was about to begin.
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The alliance marched to the North, heading also for Aria's stronghold. Vengeance, hatred, loyalty and faith roiled in each's heart, eager to shed demon blood.
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The dragonflights flew South, to join the efforts in the battle against Aria. They neared the impending bloodshed with relish and anger, fury at the demons for despoiling their fair world.
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And Xepher, along with the godlike Soul Warriors, the Rift Warriors and the Nirvanian humans moved west like the proverbial storm, sweeping through every demon stronghold they encountered.