Act 6 Epilogue

It is too late to be safe, a regiment of hippogriffs turned in circles preventing them from escaping, today the celestial fortress will be stained with blood, not a word is heard, the intentions are in evidence and it only remains to fight.

An angel fires a long spear straight into the center of Belksasar's eyes but stops before impacting, the gods slayer's eyes shine, his power has increased, but no one wants to talk about it, the spear disappears and returns to the hands of its owner, Belksasar makes a sign to Bharoosh, he must take care of his beloved, almost as if they had heard the order everyone makes a circle around Sindriel Baharoosh and Vorka; A thunderous scream rises from the jaws full of saliva and saber of the half-orc, it jumps as if a titan had lifted it and I have tried to impact an angel who does not carry weapons but his agility is almost supernatural, he is a monk who balances his weight and wings as if levitated a fight between strength and agility begins, more than once the axes touch and break the ground while the angel's blows always impact Vorka but in his frenzy he seems to feel no pain.

Leshanna silva and rides her wolf jumps into the void towards an impossible jump to reach the surrounding hippogriffs, her wolf fully trusts her, before even thinking that she could fall some thick thorns sprout from the walls of the fortress and get tangled like fierce dozens of snakes making a path for the beast and its rider, the griffins did not expect this and are forced to fight, Leshanna jumps from one to the other as her wolf faces them.

In the background an angel with a grace granted by the gods is seen, he carries a book and with a slight movement of his hands he begins to distort what is happening around him, the battlefield turns into a frozen wasteland weakening the crusaders.

An Angel that perched on a column arches its wings and touches a horn calling to arms, its wings seem to have its own light, but its call is interrupted, Simith teleports in front of her and with her curved swords she breaks the horn, He does not have time to react and cuts it superficially, but repeatedly weakening it, and occasionally he feels his right weapon and before he falls to the ground bursts of energy and fire come out of his hand to hit his opponent.

The Angel who seems to be directing them rides a Hippogryph, carries a banner that he uses as a spear and rides straight towards the slayer of gods. At the same time, he begins to run and before the others know it he has invoked a black horse like the night that it emits a mist that does not allow its legs to be seen, and in its hands a long bone spear, its appearance makes the mount of its enemy doubt, when seeing this he takes advantage of the opportunity and the crusader impales him, the angel turns gracefully and falls without hurt themselves, the weapons of light and darkness flash with each impact, from the mortal world they must look like thunder storm.

An enormous angel with armor even on his wings, had not reacted and suddenly walks towards Sindriel who is still unconscious, Baharoosh He raises his gigantic mace imposingly, you fight without hesitation, the semi-dragon breaks one of the angel's wing and sees his victory close, but Celestial power cannot be measured, in an imperceptible moment it pierces Baharoosh's throat, his eyes slowly fade and the glow fades as he falls lifeless.

The leader of the angels looks at Belksasar and says, "It's already late", Belksasar stops and watches his friend fall at the feet of that angel, the battle is even around him; almost instinctively Sindriel opens his black and hate-filled eyes, and as he moves his hand towards the murderous angel, his double-headed spear materializes and pierces the angel, "I warned you brother" says Sindriel.

That bitter victory full of brutalization to the court, the angel that conjured in the distance did not feel Illanis approaching who cuts his wings and then his throat from side to side staying with his head in his hands. The fighting hippogriffs are dying in the middle from the thorns invoked by Leshanna, Simith rises victorious, an angel who fights with Vorka in a desperate movement, holds her by the neck thinking that this way she would preserve her life, but this only infuriates her more, Vorka reaches for her skull and begins to squeeze it until she It starts to creak and crushes it in honor of its Skull Crusher clan.

Belksasar has seen the fear in the eyes of his opponent as all the equals of him fell, "this is not over" he says as he rips off her wings and takes her prisoner.