>>5836578Upon finishing the Incantation the light had seemed to overwhelm him, it's what he assumed given he had woken up with a clutch of his throbbing head he had stopped. Looking at the back of his hand to notice a set of stylizied markings like that of a windmill. Armon smiles gleefully as he caresses the back of his hand, breaking out into a low satisfied chuckle which breaks forth into a moment of manic laughter. "Brilliant! To think that Paper Napkin ritual that Weirdo gave worked! Now I just need-"
Before the opinion could be voiced the sound of splintering wood had cut the train of thought right off. The door of the church gone, giving way to a swarm of bloody-fleshed ghouls charging right at him. Teeth bared, mouths slobbering and eyes filled with malevolent hunger rushing the Magus.
In his mind he lays his curses to God for giving such bad luck and the Association for having gone through such lengths to discredit and ruin his family. Was the whole thing some sham to put his family to rest? Reaching into his satchel he fumbles out two egg sized orbs which detonate in a green explosion of Mana before quickly sprinting for a doorway, unforunately the volume of the horde renders the panic move for naught as one, and then another ghoul pounce onto him.
The salivating, half-rotted creatures had a horrible mix between human and Animal traits. Their muscles lined with tumors and blackened sores which line up their arms. One of them, a bulky and tall man half matted in fur alongside a warped face as though Man and Beast had been forcibly fused together carrying a cleaver the size of Armon's own body. The beasts braying like a gang of Hyenas, holding off from feeding save for Sadism and leaving a Magus time to think
'So this is how I die then? Not even having met my Servant and before I have a chance to fight?! This is absolutely bull-'
