Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

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As you engage with your adversaries, a distant light appears high above the city, streaking towards the ground like a meteorite or perhaps a comet. Enzu, the whitehaired man clad in silver glances up as the path of the meteorite becomes obvious. He looks on almost as if in yearning, though only another moment passes before the comet strikes the sorceror on the balcony from behind, sending him crashing to the stone floor. A figure cloaked in radiant energy rises from the impact point. The man meanwhile stares at the floor, his face frozen in a mask of anger and frustration. "Enough." He practically hisses, the sound echoing throughout the courtyard. "You shall know my WRATH."

With one gesture the sorceror rises, hovering in the air as he launches a great orb of fire at the figure, who falls into an evasive diveroll, avoiding the worst of the fiery explosion but not the shockwave that throws him flat against the railing, scattering the glowing particles that had shielded him. With one hand, he loosens the clasp securing his now-burning cloak to his back, letting the garment drop over the railing, the wind whipping the flaming cloth this way and that on its descent. In his other hand, Thunderpaw hefts his hammer, ready to face the king.

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Happy holidays! Actual update sometime soon maybe.