Act 6.3

The first level of the sky is a peaceful place, for those who need to breathe it is a restorative place, its constructions mix with the thick clouds that decorate the landscape, it is rumored that its streets are of gold and reflect the infinite, the only thing that is pose on the skies, stars and constellations in sight only of this splendid place, many adventurers dream all their lives just to put their feet outside its doors.

A loud sound rumbles through the clouds, for a moment everyone tries to locate where it comes from, but the echo is such that it is not possible, the sound is repeated and is followed by a creak, the grinding of metal for a long time, but louder and louder, up to a noise that literally makes the sky tremble, the unthinkable has happened the gates of heaven have fallen and on them are silhouettes of seven fierce beings that not even heaven has been able to stop; a giant horn sounds from the top of a fortress, after the long call unfolds a legion of angels that fly through the wind towards the crusaders.

Belksasar does not lose his goal, also at the top of the fortress of heaven he sees his beloved, is unconscious chained with arms and wings; looks like a statue brought from hell to desecrate the place. Anger seems to spread between the court, Baharoosh has a different look and then begins to conjure, the weapons of his allies begin to take on a solar glow mixed with the blue of the elven steel to finally break the spell with an unknown mantra to the court, his weapons now have a dark and powerful aura.

The streets of gold are stained with blood, the battle seems like a macabre dance where Belksasar makes his way plucking wings and dismembering angels, while simith conjures icy storms so that they cannot fly, the naive angels do not wait for the sharp teeth of Leshana's wolf. as she disappears them in an invocation of giant thorns that use to glide forward.

Today Vorka has achieved something worth telling in the middle of a tavern and tables full of beer, throwing Illanis with one arm towards a large angel who was heading to Belksasar, she falls on his back and forces him to descend, Vorka runs towards the angel and rides it as if it were a giant wild boar, and with one hand he threatens to tear off the head of the celestial being forcing it to be his mount, while with the other he wields his black axe, thirsty for blood, leaves a trail of blood wherever is moving, the eyes of the angel below her reveal the fear that you would not believe a being with wings can feel.

Everyone reaches the top of the fortress, Belksasar gently touches his beloved, while he breaks the chains without any effort, she does not respond, but is alive.

A thunderclap falls in front of them, the rest of the angels stop, those who were once siblings of syndrels have arrived, armored hippogriffs have celestial warriors behind their backs, they carry skulls on their heads, with crests that highlight their ranks, their stance and beauty do justice to the tales told by factions and the myths of ancient tradition.

What will the court do?