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Completed Chapter VI: Eye of the Storm

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Auri Grashaal the Insatiable

- Drakkar Ambassador to Asgard -​


Auri looked to Maggie and Dina to check on them before replying to Violet. "And he is not going to! Last I saw him, Asher looked like he was in mid-pounce on General Niara with Meric attempting to stop him. No, no, don't bother running over there - it's long over by now!" The old drakkar looked about. "And where did A'kal make it off to? He was just with us! Maggie! Dina! Are you all right?"

By this time, his age began to catch up with him. He found himself short of breath from all the running and talking. Auri leaned on his cane and slowly added, "And it all happened so quickly!"
 
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A look of grave concern filled each line and corner of Violet's dark face, at first. Then her eyes narrowed, strict and questioning for a long moment, before her features softened and she looked simply despondent. It felt as if she was going to ask how they could have left them behind at such a critical moment, but then thought better of it.

"Meric had you leave, I bet," she let out a long sigh. "It's good that you've brought Dina out of there. That's why we came here in the first place..."

Dina looked like she might reply to that, but didn't. She stood quietly next to Violet, shivering a little in the wind that mercilessly whipped her dress this way and that. It seemed to be blowing in a more chaotic manner now, changing directions every few seconds.

"Akiramenaide," someone said. It was Battojutsu, walking up to them with his hand on the hilt of his katana. "I shall go."

Suddenly there was a hush, like a quiet, distorted breath being taken by something large. It came from just behind Auri and Maggie, followed by wisps of black smoke - and then a lone figure emerged from the quickly fading gateway (for that's what it was). It was the thief, Asher, crossing the boundary between the Shadow Realm and the mundane plane.
 
Auri Grashaal the Insatiable

- Drakkar Ambassador to Asgard -​

Wolf Rawrrr said:
"Meric had you leave, I bet," she let out a long sigh. "It's good that you've brought Dina out of there. That's why we came here in the first place..."
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"Precisely the reason we made away, Violet. Whatever is going on between the three of them cannot endanger Dina.

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Dina looked like she might reply to that, but didn't. She stood quietly next to Violet, shivering a little in the wind that mercilessly whipped her dress this way and that. It seemed to be blowing in a more chaotic manner now, changing directions every few seconds.
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Auri meandered his way between Dina and the wind to act as barrier against that which discomforted her. Besides, if one had to have a very large, very round body like his, why not use it for someone else's benefit?

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Suddenly there was a hush, like a quiet, distorted breath being taken by something large. It came from just behind Auri and Maggie, followed by wisps of black smoke - and then a lone figure emerged from the quickly fading gateway (for that's what it was). It was the thief, Asher, crossing the boundary between the Shadow Realm and the mundane plane.
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Auri made an important note in his mind regarding this sudden gateway as he turned and faced Asher. There was relief in the old drakkar's eyes. "Asher! I am glad you made it out! But what of Meric and the Sorceress's general? And have you seen A'kal?"
 
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Maggie​




Maggie couldn't hide her concern for everyone involved in tonight's happenings. Too much had come at them too fast just now, but at least they had Dina, and as Violet said, that's what the whole plan had been for. Of course, saying so probably hadn't made Dina feel better, especially with Meric and A'kal still missing. It wouldn't have made Maggie feel good, at least, to know friends had possibly gotten into trouble for her sake. She smiled briefly at Auri's big form trying to block the wind from the girl, and was thankful her own robes were warmer than Dina's formal dress. For a moment, the priestess wished for her pack and other gear; the dress she'd gotten for Dina in Dunn (it seemed months ago rather than mere days) would still be in there, albeit wrinkled, and surely warmer than what she had on. On the other hand, they hardly had time for anyone to change clothes! Really, they probably didn't have time to stand and talk either, even here with Violet's men to guard them from the pursuit that Maggie was certain would be following soon. She turned to the newly-arrived Asher in relief. Anyone on their side was someone to be happy about, and one fewer left behind. She nodded at Auri's questions. "Are they coming? We can't wait long, surely someone will be after us soon, but if they're on their way..." She bit her lip uncertainly. She hated to leave anyone behind.
 



The world of shadows shows a distorted image of the world at best of times, and this applies doubly to any living being. That said, while he started to make his way towards the group, a human-like blur passed by him, running, which he could only assume to be A'kal. Taking a look back, it seemed like that shape grabbed at the shape next to where the general's body lay.

Since Asher didn't want to linger on for too long, as the Shadow Realm had its own set of dangers, he hurried on across the bridge and didn't know what happened next.

"Last I could see, A'kal was trying to get Meric to run, but I don't know what happened next. As for the general, she should be dead soon, if not already." Though Asher said that, doubt gnawed at him.

The Sorceress might be able to save the general. His only hope was that the disarray prevents her from being fast enough.

Asher sent another silent prayer to Luna.
 
Date: October 10th (Friday), year 3321
Location: City of Alicante, the capital of Asgard
Weather: A dark, overcast night with strong and frequent wind blasts. Somewhat cold at ~10°C|50°F


Around 21:15
The Skybridge, Alicante's Royal Palace

The weather outside seemed to be escalating parallel to the night's events. The drop in temperature had been gradual, yet undeniable, and where before the wind had been but an occasional breeze, now it blew. Especially up high - and there were few places in Alicante as high as the Skybridge. Dark clouds now spanned the horizon, though the moon, a waxing crescent, still shone through one of the larger gaps between them. A storm was fast in the making, but not as fast as the one the Chosen were already caught in.

A'kal and Meric arrived short of breath and with weapons drawn albeit untarnished.

Violet rushed as if to embrace him, but Meric coldly sidestepped the gesture. The look on her face, previously a mixture of worry and relief, instantly turned to one of plain hurt - if only for a few moments. But Meric missed that, too, for his fiery gaze had gone straight for Asher. "I never should have allowed you to come along, traitor!" His words, well near spat out, were riddled with hostility.

"What - what happened?" It was Violet who asked, but the question had to have been on everyone's mind.

"It was a mistake to believe he would put the interests of the group above those of his own. He cares for nothing except his personal vendettas. What's that you said, Laurolf?* Trust him not to do anything stupid? Well, he's gone and done just that - despite my explicit warning not to!"

A'kal, who had been standing right behind Meric as if to hold him back if necessary, suddenly shouted a warning of his own... indicating the palace! There, from multiple directions, the Royal Guard were spilling onto the main wall; quickly, orderly, and with a purpose. Men and shadow elves; their silver plate armour reflecting the light of the Moon as they formed ranks and advanced towards the Skybridge. It looked as if the city itself had come under siege and they were preparing to defend it! According to the Chosen's earlier estimate, there were up to three hundred guards stationed throughout the palace district tonight - and while the host moving to intercept them was very unlikely to be even half that (for now), the folly of staying and fighting was quite clear to each of them.

"It doesn't look good, I will admit," A'kal said. The amount of hope in his voice was hard to determine.

"Not if we stay put, it doesn't! Let's move!" Violet shouted, trying to put whatever issue there was between Meric and Asher aside, at least for the time being. She signaled everyone to start crossing the bridge but remained rooted in place herself, like a true commander. She had two swords on her; one drawn, and the other one strapped to her back. It must have been Meric's sword that she'd been keeping for him. Laurolf had already armed himself with his trusty battleaxe, courtesy of Violet's adjutant.

Battojutsu had sheathed his katana but his hand remained on its pommel. He addressed Violet: "Let us hope that the way back remains negotiable."

"At this point, that is no longer a given thing," she answered, waving at Asher to join them and telling Maggie: "We may need divine assistance to get out of this one!"

Dina stood still by Auri's side, possibly thankful for the partial protection against the wind. She stared at the oncoming enemy soldiers with an odd sort of detachment, as if forgetting where she was...

But as bad as things seemed, they could get worse still. After all, soldiers and guardsmen were manageable in comparison to other, more powerful servants of the Sorceress, not to mention Ilhirel herself...



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"What about our newest, eh... ally?" The dwarf's tone was reserved as he shot the stoic Asher with a calculating look. So far the self-proclaimed master thief hadn't said a word. "I'm not so sure if our gracious host's fitting description of the enemy has struck home with him. We can trust you not to do anythin', say, stupid? Aye?"
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"Leaving someone as dangerous as the sorceress's right hand slaughterer live is the far more stupid thing." Asher responded to Meric's accusations, then started running following Violet's command.

Considering his skills, Asher judged that being ahead of the group would fit him best. He could easily bypass any enemy ahead and help take them out from behind.
 
Auri Grashaal the Insatiable

- Drakkar Ambassador to Asgard -​


"Violet is right! This can be discussed later!" Auri called out to the Asher and Meric. "So unless you want to wind up in the Sorceress's talons, move your bones out of here!"

Unlike Asher, Auri had long lost the youth, ability, and energy to put himself on the battlefield where he wished. So instead, he tried to make up for it with wisdom and his natural talents. He stayed near Dina and Maggie, doing his best to shield both with his large body, if he could.

Had he been alone, he would have curled himself up into his great big ball-form and rolled himself out of here at the best speeds he could muster, smashing over and through most everything (and possibly everyone) in his way, but he had not the heart to make off on his own and leave Maggie and her allies behind.

Certainly, Asher and Meric had their reasons for feeling and doing as they did, but was this not the worst time and place in all the realms to cuff and caw about it?
 
Maggie​




Maggie placed herself in front of Meric and reached for his hands. Looking up at him with all the sincerity she could muster, she said quietly, "I am sorry, Meric, but Dina needs you now, and we all need you to be calm. We will discuss this as soon as we're all safe, all right?" She didn't smile, but her expression was full of concern and sympathy. She didn't know why exactly he was so upset (having forgotten what she had been told about his past with Niara), but she was worried about him, not just because the Sorceress's army was bearing down but for whatever had him so worked up, and she didn't try to hide that at all. She tugged gently on his hands to turn him towards Dina, then let him go, hoping she'd been able to reach him. Turning to Violet, she nodded soberly. "I will do all I may, and ask His assistance." She waved Auri to go before her, remaining safely ahead of Violet and the line of rearguard defenders ("ahead" if one was running away from the oncoming soldiers, that is) but not wanting to go too far in case she was needed. Prepared to run as quickly and as soon as it became necessary, she took up her self-appointed position and began sending up her prayers to her Maker, asking that their people get safely away, and that all casualties, the soldiers included, would be kept to a minimum. None would be best, but she thought sadly that that was unlikely if they couldn't outrun them.
 
Date: October 10th (Friday), year 3321
Location: City of Alicante, the capital of Asgard
Weather: A dark, overcast night with strong and frequent wind blasts. Somewhat cold at ~10°C|50°F


Around 21:15
The Skybridge, Alicante's Royal Palace

Across the Skybridge they ran, with haste across the flawless stonework that made up one of the most amazing viewpoints in Alicante. Though the base that supported it was arched, the bridge itself was almost completely level, meaning that the view from one side to the other was unobstructed. It was wide enough for four people to stand abreast, secured with a waist-high wall on each side, and about a third of a mile long. The Chosen were halfway across when they were unexpectedly met by the remainder of Violet's unit...

"Commander, it's no good!" one of them called out as they approached. "The alarm went off too soon, the escape route through the fortress has been cut!"

Violet responded to this by swearing in Elvish and regarding the rest of the Chosen with a look of grave concern. "We'll have to fight our way through, then. What other choice do we have?"

True to the messenger's warning, the walls of Fort Artan were suddenly crawling with soldiers. And from the direction of the palace, the Royal Guard was already moving across the Skybridge. The Chosen were surrounded. But if anyone thought that things couldn't get worse, they were about to be proven wrong - for the ranks of the Royal Guard were splitting left and right, making way for a figure clad in red, robes flaunting in the wind...

It was, of course, Ilhirel. There was no mistaking her form even at a distance. She was on her way to deal with the Chosen personally, it seemed.

Laurolf let out a growling sound and gripped his battleaxe tighter. "That's it, then..."

Even the samurai, Battojutsu, looked more like he was preparing for a final stand, rather than a desperate retreat.

Had it come to that, then?

"So," Violet moved to stand next to Maggie. "About that divine assistance..."
 
Auri Grashaal the Insatiable

- Drakkar Ambassador to Asgard -​


Auri Grashaal was a drakkar. Long ago, he was a warrior and he was proud of that, having been born from a warrior race. Let the other races surrender their wills in a last stand if they wished to - Auri still had a duty to fulfill. A duty to Maggie, Dina, and himself.

"Stay and martyr yourselves if you will," he glanced Laurolf and Battojutsu, "I still have a responsibility and I am going to fulfill it or die trying! I am, after all, a drakkar!"

Auri turned away from the unconquerable Sorceress and toward whatever point in the enemy's defense appeared weakest. His plan had three steps. With all of the resolve he could stir within himself, he turned his humongous, round body toward that point - and charged. When he reached his best foot speed, he filled his lungs with all the air they could hold, and using his unique talent, turned his face behind him and blew a brief, powerful blast to hurl himself even further forward. With the aid of this magical momentum, Auri rolled his huge form up into one giant, rolling, wrecking ball of pure reptilian power.

"Violet! Maggie! Follow me!"

He hoped that the Chosen would follow behind him, or perhaps over him if somehow he were stopped. In the meantime, civility was still of the utmost importance. He called out to whatever two-legged creatures were in his violent, speeding path.

"Coming through! Pardon me!"

He wondered briefly if he could stop himself. Then he wondered if it mattered. This was the way he chose to live what might be his final moments. To live and die as a drakkar should.
 
Maggie​




Maggie didn't reply. Instead, she gazed across the narrowing gap between the Chosen and their allies on one side, and the approaching Guardsmen on the other. She turned her head to look behind her at the equally-blocked path to Fort Artan, eyes sorrowful. They had come so close! And now, those that weren't killed in the near-certain battle would be taken prisoner. She was surprised to find that one small corner of her mind found time to hope Ilhirel wouldn't see her actions on the Chosen's behalf as a betrayal. Even knowing what she did of the Sorceress, she couldn't help but remember the kindness she had shown to her personally. But she couldn't spend much time on that, nor did she. Bowing her head, she sent her prayers soaring to her Maker. If there is any way we can get out of this without bloodshed, please show me the way! she begged. If there is not, may we at least escape without too many being killed? And if not... She gulped, for their position did indeed seem desperate, even with all the faith she could muster. If we are to die or be captured here, please give us some hope that all will be well eventually, that our land will not be forever under her sway. Let hope not die with us.

Auri's shouts startled the priestess out of the trance her prayer had put her into. Blinking her eyes open, she could not help but smile when she saw his great girth charging forth as only he could. "Yes!" she cried to the others. "Let us at least try! Don't give up! While we live, we have hope!" She reached for Dina's hand and turned to follow the big ball of her friend's advance.
 



Asher was already far ahead, Shadowmelding and using the shadows to his advantage, even hanging off the side of the bridge if need be. The guards were grouping up and blocking the way, but all he had to do was Shadowmeld for a second to get behind them, then attack them at their weakest, only barely aware of the shadow targeting them.

But it would take just one slip to fail miserably, so Asher decided to quickly thin their ranks as much as possible, instead of trying to take everyone out. If anything, he would weaken their unity and resolve enough for his companions to push through.

Whilst moving like that, all it took was one look behind him. Beyond the rushing group was the sorceress approaching steadily, followed by her guard.

Gritting his teeth, he decided to ignore her and help the others and himself to escape.
 
Owing to Auri's and Asher's valiant efforts in the face of overwhelming odds, there did indeed seem to be a shred of hope. The drakkar diplomat-turned-warrior paved a straight path down the bridge, causing the surprised soldiers to jump out of his way, yelps and all. This disruption in their ranks worked well for the master thief, whose sudden appearances and equally abrupt disappearances were already more than the average soldier could handle. Together, they pushed back the tide well to the far end of the Skybridge, enabling the rest of their comrades to elude the pursuit from the other side for a while longer.

But only a while.

By the time the Chosen and Violet's rebels neared the bridge's end, it became clear that this strategy, audacious as it was, would not work in the long run. The Royal Guard led by the Sorceress was virtually upon them, and the Royal Army had assumed a tight defensive formation along the main wall of Fort Artan. Even if Auri did breach the barricade and Asher continued his onslaught through the Shadow Realm, they were simply not advancing fast enough to outrun the more dangerous enemy from behind. They'd be forced into a battle on both sides: One where they'd have to either defeat the Sorceress or the entire garrison of Alicante's military stronghold.

Not a great choice, if you asked anyone.

It was almost preferable to look for ways to save your own skin. Such thoughts came even unbidden, and though one might push them swiftly aside, they came nonetheless. Some, like Auri or Asher, had unique talents they could call on to escape, but it would mean leaving the others behind. Others, like Maggie, could plead ignorance or even play on Ilhirel's sympathy in order to be spared, but it would mean turning their backs on those they called friends. Those who had no way out at all, those who would be executed for acts of treason, like Violet or A'kal, or just left to Ilhirel's mercy, like Dina.

Fortunately, the Chosen would not have to make any such choice on that day. For while all this transpired, unknown to them - unbeknownst even to Ilhirel herself - something entirely unforeseen was about to happen.

Above the city of Alicante, a Miracle was about to unfold.

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Moments earlier
An unknown location

"They obviously won't make it. What are we waiting for, Raziel?" a deep voice asked.

Raziel took a deep breath and exhaled before answering. Though the decision had already been made, he felt as if he were making it all over again. "Uriel. Go," he commanded at last.

With only a nod, the woman behind them furled up her wings and jumped off.

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Around 21:15
The Skybridge, Alicante's Royal Palace

It looked like a falling star, except no star had ever fallen at Alicante. At first unnoticed, within seconds it caught the attention of every soul on and near the Skybridge. The blaze of light and fire fell swiftly for the bridge, then inexplicably slowed to a halt just a few feet from where it should have hit. And then it wasn't a blaze so much as a blinding light, too bright to look upon for a long moment. When the flash finally receded, anyone could recognize that what stood before them... was nothing short of an angel in her full glory.

She hovered in midair to be exact, the form of a woman as beautiful as she was terrifying. She was almost human in appearance, though nearly twice the size of a normal human female, with long hair that was blonde almost to the point of white, a pair of large, white feathered wings lined with gold, and skin that seemed to shine with some inner glow. Her radiance made it impossible to truly study her features, at least not without getting very close to her (an idea that made Maggie feel like someone strummed a chord across her heart).

The angel, for that's what she undoubtedly was, positioned herself right between the Chosen and the Sorceress. She then raised her long sword, a thing that almost went unnoticed in the brightness, and swung it once. The blade seemed to somehow visibly cut the air, no - the empty space itself, ripping it to form a Portal-looking surface near where Dina and Maggie were standing.

"Through the Portal, now!" she commanded, looking at the party in general.

Those who had been intimidated by her sudden and terrifying arrival, which is to say, almost everyone - were dismayed a second time upon hearing her powerful voice. Some could be seen on their knees, barely able to look up, seemingly even choking back tears. Others were simply shocked out of their minds, likely unaware that they were slowly falling back. More than a few outright fled, with no regard for their comrades.

Ilhirel herself stared with her mouth open, though she held her ground.
 
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Auri Grashaal the Insatiable

- Drakkar Ambassador to Asgard -​


"Wasn't expecting that!"

So flabbergasted was he, it was all Auri could think to say. Some human-like divine creature appearing out of nowhere to aid them? It was clear to him that the Chosen were not the only ones The Sorceress had for enemies, but what was this creature?

And what choice did they have?

"Scoot! Scoot, scoot, scoot!" Auri's frazzled mind could not think of anything else to say. Auri unrolled and pushed people towards the portal, save for Asher, of course who did not need his help whatsoever. Determined to be one of the last inside (for he could not bear the thought of fleeing to safety ahead of Maggie), he did everything he could to see that those who could go through the portal could.

Then, finally, if all went well enough, he energetically bounded through with a warning cheer to those on the other side of the portal.

"Don't be under me when I laaaaaaand! Oooooooooh!!"
 
Maggie​




Maggie watched the angel's arrival with an expression of mixed wonder, awe, and joy on her upturned face. She hadn't expected so clear an answer to her prayer, but she could not have asked for anything better, surely! She hardly saw the others for the glory before her. At the angel's invitation, she dashed forwards, but unlike many of the others, she'd lost the feeling of running from and was clearly running to -- instead of just hoping for escape, Maggie was running joyfully towards this gift sent by her Maker.
 



His clothes dripping with blood, some of which was his own, Asher was switching between the two worlds at a pace he hasn't had the chance to experience yet. Out of nowhere, he was blinded by an unknown source while inside the Shadowrealm. The light hurt, and not just his eyes, forcing him to exit the safety of the shadows in his confusion.

Even in the normal plane, the unnatural light was too much for the likes of Asher, so he quickly put on his obsidian spectacles in order to see what was happening, knowing full well how exposed he was at the moment. Luckily, everyone's attention was elsewhere.

Asher, if asked, would say that he wasn't very religious. But he would argue that you never know who might be watching, either gods or some religious shadows that would stop at nothing to destroy a heathen. Whichever the case, a prayer here and there costs you nothing, yet could give you great returns. But of all the gods, Asher only ever prayed to Luna.

What he felt when he saw the being in front of him was relief, but also anger. Relief, because they might actually survive this onslaught, and anger;

Where were You when we all burned?

Dismissing his thoughts, Asher focused on what's important. When he saw Auri push through into the portal, he ran for it, snaking between the astonished guards, hoping to make it before anyone regained sight of their surroundings, or before the Angel's favor ran out.
 
Date: October 10th (Friday), year 3321
Location: City of Alicante, the capital of Asgard
Weather: A dark, overcast night with strong and frequent wind blasts. Somewhat cold at ~10°C|50°F


Around 21:15
The Skybridge, Alicante's Royal Palace

Having issued her orders, the angel turned to face Ilhirel while the Chosen evacuated. The sorceress seemed like a small and insignificant figure compared to the glory of the angel, but there was something unnerving in the way she stared back. She did not seem to regard the angel with any sort of reverence, or even just a hint of awe. She was utterly unafraid. In fact, she smiled back; a smile that was more a grin than anything else.

"So this world's not defenseless after all," she shouted at the angel, "But aren't you a little late?"

"I am here now!" the angel answered, thrusting out her long sword. The scene was dreamlike. A dark, overcast night sky, and an angel blazing in gold and white, pointing her sword at the young sorceress while the bridge under them teemed with guards and soldiers too confused to do anything but watch.

"And only one?" Ilhirel leisurely drew a shape in the air. In the next moment, a large sphere of fire rushed towards the angel - towards the portal she'd made, actually - but the angel moved like lightning and met the fireball head on. She held out her free hand in a stopping gesture, and a violent explosion of fire and gold ensued. When it dissipated, it was clear that not so much as a single feather had been scathed.

"I'm not impressed," said the angel with a swish of her sword, yet it was just for show. She did not attack.

Ilhirel actually laughed at that. It was absurd yet genuine laughter. She drew in the air again, making a slightly more complicated gesture, and this time there were three fireballs heading for the angel, lighting the night as they sped through the air, all larger and somehow more malevolent than the first one.

The angel didn't flinch; she held her ground against the first explosion, and the second, and finally the third, as a shower of golden fire rained down around her. Yet each blast did push her back a little, and she was now barely ahead of the portal. The Chosen and Violet's rebels were still passing through.

"You're right," Ilhirel said, looking bored, if anything. "This is not impressive." She snapped her fingers and a great fiery snake coiled up in the air above her, seemingly hissing with rage. Ilhirel pointed her finger at the angel - and the snake shot off, flying through the air in a circular fashion, aiming to attack sideways. But while it was still underway, Ilhirel snapped her fingers again and again, laughing, and then there were multiple such snakes soaring through the air, each a good thirty feet long.

The angel put her faith in her sword this time, slicing the first snake clean in half, but unable to watch it dissipate because the second and third were already upon her. It seemed like a close call, but she managed to eliminate three of them thus. Ilhirel had sent five, however. The final two attacked from opposite sides, and the angel was only barely fast enough to form a shield of golden light to repel them. This did not kill the snakes, but it did have a stunning effect, long enough for the angel's blade to dispel each of them.

Meanwhile, Ilhirel had been watching with diminishing interest. She had already raised her hand, and was about to cast yet another spell, possibly aimed at the still needed portal, when she was interrupted by one of her own men. A knight, missing his helmet, had collapsed on his knees before the girl and seemed to be trying to tell her something while catching his breath. Whatever it was, it caused the Sorceress to stop what she was doing and look back towards the palace for a second - when her face could be seen again, it wore a serious expression. It was the look of grave worry mixed with anger, and for a seemingly long time it wasn't certain what would happen. Ilhirel was hesitant all of a sudden, as if she were weighing a choice... And then, shockingly, she turned her back to the angel, and the portal, and the Chosen alike - and disappeared in a flurry of shadows.

About half the Chosen had made it through the portal at that point. The rest were able to witness this remarkable shift in attitude before the angel ushered them through, leaving the capital city with its grand palace and fortress, and the starless dark that surrounded them, far, far behind...
 
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