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Air began to move and death was ringing within the ear of Lucian. The magics of the witch quickly started to grow in scale and strength much against the Knight. The whistling of winds were the first indicator but the Knight knew full well that the end of the spell was not simply that. No, she will be sending forth a sorcery that was so grievous that it would turn his flesh into tatters and force the god of the dead to acknowledge the death of his champion.
So the Knight did the only thing that he knew which would defend him against such sorceries. Scythe balanced within his grip the Knight closed his eyes and spoke in a whisper, <span class="mu-i">“Morr let me send this cursed being into your embrace. If you find this to be a worthy endeavor. I shall carry out your will!”</span>
Upon the last of his words the world a colossal orb of purple and green light materialized underneath Lucian. It was a star that had once shined over the Realms of Nehekhara when mortal men walked those lands. Yet when the First and Greatest Necromancer Nagash decided it was so, he plucked the star from the very heavens themselves and corrupted it with all his foul magic.
The Purple Sun of Xereus, a demonstration of all the foulest magics that Nagash had to offer the world, was summoned once again on the mortal plane to kill the dreadful Knight who worshiped a proper death.
The magics began to shred into the flesh of Lucian and tear into it. The Armor of a Black Knight, crafted in the forges of Karak Ziflin, were but meaningless against the sun which ended civilizations. The spell tore into the armor just as it did the flesh of Lucian and began rending the metal apart with licks of death wind.
Lucian began to scream at the power. Everything that made him who he was was assaulted at the epicenter of the twister which emanated from the Sun of Xereus. There was no getting out of this twister. There was no living through this magic. He will fail to stop the magics which spelled the death of civilization itself.
He stood, his sight, hearing, and other senses robbed from him. It took all his strength of will to endure what cities could not. It would only be a few seconds more than a normal mortal, but would stand it if it meant he would face the one who threatened his civilization.
“Die already you cur! JUST DIE!” Screamed the Vampire as she empowered the twister so that Lucian’s world left him.
Of all the injuries that Lucian had experienced, the Knight felt his world shift as blood began running down the side of his head. It would seem that his skull had cracked.
Yet didn’t that already happen before?
