Fall Of Olympus (6)
The air shook, space rippled, and the River Styx below grew restless as two creatures clashed, moving at a speed far beyond that of sound. One was bathed in crimson flames, and with a sabre in his hand, he unleashed countless strokes in the span of few seconds.
The second was shrouded in a thick layer of foggy pitch black energy. Even though this was his first time coming across it, Damian already knew what it was.
It was Death Edict, albeit one lacking in quality and purity, but still Death Edict nonetheless. It billowed and stirred, and from within its dark embrace, several undeads stepped out, each radiating an aura that was extremely stifling.
Within their hollow eye sockets, green flames burn eeriely, and with a command from their summoner, they stormed towards Damian, ready to take him down even at the cost of their… lives?