Since the day they escaped from the clutches of Solmundr, Sanyi began falling in love. Love for the land, the beauty, the freedom. She didn't mind being bonded to Raziel. Ensarrian was… Everything she could possibly dream of. They had been through so much together and shared many different experiences. The experiments that Solmundr put them through were the most nightmarish things many could not dream of. It bonded the pair mentally, even though they were betrothed nearly a century before. As such, Sanyi had decided she wanted to find a place in Onnen to settle, a place all her own somewhere away from those associated with the devil of a man who threatened their sanity.

When the large cracks ripped open and spilled forth thousands of gruesome creatures, Sanyi knew she was willing to do whatever it took to defend her new home. The wyvern turned toward her mate, wove her fingers into his hair as she pulled him down for a kiss with such passion, one might think they'd never kiss again. Then, not even armed in the basics of armor, Sanyi tied her hair back, picked up the nearest discarded weapon, and marched toward the fray. She didn't have to say anything to Ian, as he was of the same mindset. Fear churned her belly with each step. They were about to prove to Solmundr that his experiments were successful.

The first nightmarish creature she saw was humanoid with a giant mouth in its center. At first, it looked like someone approaching a group of armed creatures, the distance making their conversation indiscernible. Then, when the group walked past, the creature opened its maw and gobbled up the last person. Sanyi's nose wrinkled in disgust. What in heaven's name are these creatures?? Where did they come from? There was no choice but to proceed and start defending the realm.

The marshes were somewhere that Damien had rather not have attended to, however due to a strange, almost mystical turn of events, this was where he and his two most faithful found themselves defending Revaliir from. The lust demon issued his commands to his two faithful; Angelus was to protect and attempt an evacuation of the locals. Julia was to take her skills to the battlefield and run less than savory guerilla warfare, striking from the shadows when the time was right.

This left the cloaked, handsome demon to manage the front lines. With his coat billowing in the wind, he approached the field and raised his wand. Magic for him was much like a symphony of destruction. He smiled, and started to mass cast. First were the creatures rushing from the back. They were rather large and disgusting things that looked as though hey were walking bombs. Damien accurately surmised that they would be fatal should they explode in anyone’s proximity. With a tonal rhythm, he waved his wand through the air, raining down fireballs with pinpoint accuracy. There were inhuman screams as their flesh burned, and ultimately burst in an explosion of toxins and acid, which affected more of their own Void comrades than it did the Revaliir defenders.

With a smug smile, Damien continued his symphony, raising the wand for the next bar. The front lines, where the Twisted and Chompers were eating away at the main defense. He waved the wand again, following a quick, almost upbeat kind of rhythm, and across the whole field, two effects took place. To those who were defending the realm, a comforting shield of light enveloped them, one that would protect them for a time from enemy attacks. To the enemy, tentacles burst forth from the ground, entangling the Void beasts and halting their assault for a time.

“Use this chance now!” Damien’s voice roared across the battlefield, his telepathy echoing in the minds of the warriors. “Turn the tide of the battle and strike true! I will support you as long as I have strength!” Still, it wouldn’t be as long as he hoped. Mass casting like this was draining for even the strongest of magicians, and even he had limits.

He stowed his wand for the next act, taking up his scythe. He may excel in magic, but by no means was he weak in physical combat. He struck out at the Twisted, cleaving them to pieces. But the strain of maintaining his mass spells was a bit much, and he was already feeling winded.

If only Ashlynn were here. Her energy would be more than enough to sustain a battle….

Had he not lost enough already? Just when things were finally beginning to look up, horrendous creatures came and threatened to take his home from him once again. If they had come when he was on his own then he wouldn’t be bothered so much. But now he had reasons to remain in Revaliir. He had connections, and ones he loved. He made a place for himself here, and it was something to fight for and protect, put his life on the line for. He would not lose anymore family or homes. No more. No more.

He stood strongly by Sanyi when she suddenly pulled him down into a passionate kiss. As much as he loved kissing his mate, this one was different. It was as if she was preparing for the end. It frightened him, but boosted his drive as well. It helped him to keep in mind what he could lose should they fail to protect their land. The thought of losing her was something he did not like to allow into his mind, but it was a painful, and very likely possibility. So, in order to prevent that from occurring, he needed to fight with all he had. He dreaded the end of the kiss as her touch left him and she took up a weapon. He followed her lead as she marched headlong into battle. No words were exchanged between them; there was no need. Their home needed to be defended, and that was all they needed to know.

Ensarrian released a flame strike that reduced the first oncoming foes to ash. But more came. He groaned and drew a dagger in each hand. They gave him no time to prepare another fire attack, so he needed to pursue in close combat until he could free himself long enough to use more magic. Using his beast form would be the best thing to do, as he could throw larger and more powerful attacks on a greater number of creatures. But he needed a moment to transform.

He slashed into the belly of a creature with a mouth in its stomach and kicked it back. It stumbled with a shriek, and then another came at him. “Sanyi,” he called over to his mate as he hacked and slashed at the grotesque beasts. “I need a moment to transform. I need you to give me some space for a moment.” As he said this, he stepped back to let Sanyi take over for him. Immediately black scales and horns emerged from beneath his skin and coated him in tough armor. Within moments he was at his full size, gazing down at the battlefield with blazing eyes. Helping Sanyi was his first priority before she was injured. His jaws gaped and bit down into the creatures coming at her, tossing them aside as his tail simultaneously swiped at a group that came up from behind. The creatures squealed and screamed as their blood was drawn.

A strong and horrid scent swept through his nostrils and he turned his gaze over in that direction. There were different creatures this time, ones that were puffy and emitted and awful aroma. A wave caught his attention just behind them, and his eyes focused on those until he noticed they were six legged creatures. There seemed to be no end… He huffed a cloud of smoke, his inner flame going wild. A brilliant, flaming light emanated from between the scales in his chest, growing brighter as the pressure built within him. Ensarrian released a powerful breath of fire that cut its way through the enemy forces. Its heat was so immense that it caught anything near it on fire, and entirely eliminated everything in its wake. “Damn, bastards,” he huffed to himself, glancing over the trail of ash his fire left behind with a smug glint in his eyes.