The air shimmers, energy crackles around the displacement as a form begins to take shape and solidify.. A once great disciple fades slowly into view awaking from her deep slumber. As her eyes clear she looks took her left and to her right, surveying the desolation that has become this once great land. Cities once filled with blustering life now nothing more than empty shells. She calls forth her mighty demonic steed to take her to the highest reaches. Soaring through the air she looks upwards to the heavens to see the vast darkness slowly descending upon this once great world, Telon. Karii has come home.. Her faithful mount lands roughly upon the cliff tops, she can feel its trepidation as it gently buckles against her commands. She quickly dismounts and surveys the lands. Forests once teaming with life, no nothing more than burnt husks of the might trees. Deserts cracked and burnt, the waters of the ocean have all but receded to nothing. Cursing under her breath she once again looks to the sky at the coming darkness. Memories flood over her, thoughts of the denizens of Telon who she stood beside and waged the war against the powers of the deep darkness. Memories of the laughter, of the mighty battles they all fought together, of the the powerful foes they toppled and destroyed. She turns and looks to the east to the island cave of the once great mage Shendu, now nothing more than rubble, her head slowly moves to the west, across the continent of Thestra to the home of the mighty giant Karax who feel beneath the power of her staff and her allies blades and magic. A Rumble in the ground brings her focus back to the now, with a loud crack and boom another great crater rips through the land, long abandoned buildings crumbing and falling into its depths. A blast of flaming lava bursts upward from the newly formedcrevasse shooting high into the sky, even at this distance she can feel its heat singing the hair on her arms. A tear runs slowly down her cheek as she realizes the end is near, maybe she will be reborn in another realm, or maybe this shall be her final battle. Brushing away the tear she turns to her flaming steed, her mount senses the great disciples intent. Removing her powerful staff from her back as she mounts the demonic Pegasus, she looks to the cursed blackness looming closer and closer. She leans over and whispers, one last fight ... Fire shoots from the steeds nostrils as its wings slowly expand catching the wind under them, flames ignite around its hooves and it stops the ground awaiting her masters command.. Anger burns in the disciples eyes and she lets out one last bellowing war cry.. her mount leaps and speeds them into the unstoppable darkness as they fight their final impossible battle..... And the world of Telon is swallowed and consumed by unstoppable darkness... farewell old friend, you shall be missed...
