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Board Battles / Re: The Three-Edged Sword: Rallying to War
« Last post by Soul Reaver on August 11, 2025, 10:35:54 PM »Darkness' tendrils curl around the small troupe of remaining Daemons - Blightwing excepted, as he has remained close to Soul Reaver.
The wisps of dark wrap around the daemons and drain them of energy, causing them to writhe and snarl before disintegrating into fine black dust. Only the Steelheart is unaffected by the tendril, which hisses ineffectually as it touches the greater Daemon's metal flesh. Silently, it raises its mace and brings it down in a two-handed swing, dissipating the tendril as it smashes it into the ground with a loud crack.
Soul Reaver slowly feels his blood chill as Darkness and Light speak. He forces himself to stay alert and ready, but he is all too aware of the implications of what is being said here.
These mighty beings had realized how small they really were in the scale of the multiverse. It had been enough to throw them out of a cycle they had been intended to inhabit forever... or at least, for the duration of this Plane. They were... unbalanced. Unstable. Far more dangerous together, now, than they ever would have been as individuals.
He glances over as Kitharsis speaks. He feels he already knows the answer to the question: no. For what being could still hold their old perspectives once they had witnessed the unending vastness that existed out there, uncaring and ever changing, within and beyond the Warp?
Waiting for his opponents to answer, he keeps his sword low and then asks his own question:
"And what, exactly, do you feel needs to be done to attain this 'true balance'?"
The wisps of dark wrap around the daemons and drain them of energy, causing them to writhe and snarl before disintegrating into fine black dust. Only the Steelheart is unaffected by the tendril, which hisses ineffectually as it touches the greater Daemon's metal flesh. Silently, it raises its mace and brings it down in a two-handed swing, dissipating the tendril as it smashes it into the ground with a loud crack.
Soul Reaver slowly feels his blood chill as Darkness and Light speak. He forces himself to stay alert and ready, but he is all too aware of the implications of what is being said here.
These mighty beings had realized how small they really were in the scale of the multiverse. It had been enough to throw them out of a cycle they had been intended to inhabit forever... or at least, for the duration of this Plane. They were... unbalanced. Unstable. Far more dangerous together, now, than they ever would have been as individuals.
He glances over as Kitharsis speaks. He feels he already knows the answer to the question: no. For what being could still hold their old perspectives once they had witnessed the unending vastness that existed out there, uncaring and ever changing, within and beyond the Warp?
Waiting for his opponents to answer, he keeps his sword low and then asks his own question:
"And what, exactly, do you feel needs to be done to attain this 'true balance'?"
