Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter and Robert Whitmore

Sarah, Michael, and Leonidas reach Brek, Sullivan, Dana, P.A., and Dennis just as the shield of plant life and inter dimensional tendrils cover the battlefield, further cutting Sarah off from her Taken God, “Out of my way.”

“None of you have died yet,” Michael glances at his pocket watch. “So we have twenty four hours from,” beams of sky blue light shoot Sullivan and Dennis between the eyes from Michael’s book, “now.” Then a bubble forms around each of them as Aphrodite’s bullets bounce off. Looking at Sarah and Leonidas’s reactions, “just taking care of their ranged and healer. Did you want to eat lead or would you prefer to be stopped from doing anything at all by doves?”

“And the other three?” Leonidas jests.

Drawing her off-hand short-sword, “where would be the fun in that?” Sarah unsheathes her right hand’s six-inch retractable claws.

Above the ever thickening tree line, the endless hosts of Heaven’s angels send the last of Snow’s Demon army back to Hell, “At least we still have the Hell Dragon,” Pip tries to lighten the mood, but fails to lighten even his own.

Dante, Pip, Snow, and the red Demon fall back to protect the gunships. “Can’t you lightning bolt them from the skies or something?” Vladamir asks Snow.

“They are Heaven’s,” Snow replies. “Holy magics have no effect against them.”

Even the laser fire from Vladamir’s rifle seemed to be useless, “damnit! Did we blow a hole to Ilean yet?”

Responding, the gunship pilot sighs irritatedly, “Almost through, just need more time,” as the orbital beam continues its concentrated plasma inferno.

“How much?” Vladamir asks him.

“As much as you can give them,” the Pilot replies.

“On it,” Vladamir flies toward Heaven’s Legions and Snow, Pip, Dante, and the red Demon follow close behind.

Still in her cannon ax’s cockpit Mad lined up a shot and then returned the vehicular weapon to Ilean’s mouth each time she threw her out to clash with The Metal. Indestructible and immovable, The Metal brought its mighty jaws down upon them. Holding the massive jaws open with one foot and her ax, Ilean increases her mass to be greater than The Metal’s and flips the gigantic rhino beetle on its back finally ending the twisted concert. Before The Metal could return upright, she stuck her cannon ax into the ground, grabbed The Metal by its horn, and threw it toward the front line.

Spinning back as Nëastar tosses another spear of pure energy at Loki. it impacts dead on as he shrugs it off. 

“We need another plan this won’t work on him.” she says to me through our Mental connection. 

“You remember the Encolian world?”

“Yes”

“Can you use that spell as a direct hit or just as an Area wipe?”

“Buy me the time.”

She raises into the air summoning rings of Power around her. As each one begins to spin extremely rapidly Loki sees this and attempts to leap at her. Quickly pulling my bow off my shoulder and notching back an arrow. Releasing it singing from the string piercing Loki through his right leg. “Apparently he is not immune to more ancient stuff.” 

“Noted” Nëastar replies through my mind. Loki lands looking down he rips the arrow from his leg. He inspects it then looks up at me.

“So A race as advanced as your kind still uses weapons of old.”

Returning my Longbow back over my shoulder. “The old ways are sometimes the best.” Pulling both swords out from my waist sheath and shoulder bow sheath. My left hand keeping low while my right up high behind my head.”Hello there.” as I charge into him.

From Above concentrating on harnessing all the Magic available. through a small gap in my magical barriers I see my beloved brother Finwe charge into Loki. he always did his best for all of us. Getting up to Full power as Zen’s shadow passes under me causing a weird affect in my brightnest as the rings spin at supersonic speed. “Zen make sure Finwe is clear when I cast”    

Nodding his head in approval, Zen disappears into a shadow that moves under me in waiting enhancing my already powerful Elven magic. Finally getting at max power. Dispelling all but 2 of the rings around me. From the remaining 2 forming each into a highly concentrated orb in each hand. Cycling through all my combined memories of Nëastar and Istari and my own. Gathering all the evil and hatred we fought, plus all the loss we felt. Flying forward looking down on Loki and Finwe engaged in their sword duel. 

Getting me out of the way from Nëastar’s spell, Zen is suddenly pulled back as Loki takes Alexandra by her blade and pulls him back by his shadow with her guard. Grabbing Zen by the throat he throws him to the ground and pins him with his foot

The feeling fully engulfs me as my eyes light up with burning flames of red and white. The sound distracts Loki as he holds Zen. “Mae hyn I bawb a gollwyd gennym” raising my hands slowly then slamming them back down at my side releasing my power. A beam of Energy impacts on Loki just as Zen breaks free avoiding the blast. Keeping my left hand down raising my right once more forming a circle and launching downward again. From the beam a Large Solid object impacts. Letting go feeling drained as the dust settles revealing A giant Spear of Pure Diamond behind him enshrouded with Magic keeping Loki perfectly still. Falling to the ground my energy sapped. Finwe is quick to catch me before impacting on the ground. Holding me in the crook of his right arm as he strokes my cheek and simply nods to me.  

An aura of blood oozes from Alexandra slowly breaching through setting Loki free of the spell. Zen wraps Emikacana around Loki to keep him held longer but once free of the magic’s hold Loki pulls Zen high over his shoulder and pulling down forcing Zen to smash into the ground hard pinning him again. As Loki is about to stab Alexandra through him, another of Finwe’s arrows glances off Alexandra changing his aim as Alexandra sails past Zen. Suddenly, Zen sees a shadow approach and disappears into it, as Finwe picks me up again into his arms following Zen into the shadow. The gigantic Rhino Beetle, known as The Metal, falls Wyyvern Stage first atop Loki. Hidden in the shadows the three of us watch and wait. With an enraged yell lifting The Metal up before tossing it to the side. “All of that,” Loki cracks his neck and calls Alexandra back to his hand, “and you haven’t even come close to scratching me yet.

“What now” I say to both of them. Still held In Finwe’s arm. 

“We keep fighting!” shouts an Iron Ram in reply. “A Knight never gives up!” Loki back hands the brave Fennec Fox of the Northlands sending him careening off into the snow.

Galadriel, Sev and Nimrodel run up to Finwe immediately forming a guarding shield around with their weapons raised.  

Loki scoffs, “come on then. Show me your resolve.”

Meanwhile, above the plant barrier, Dante opens his robes into wings sending vile, twisted, painful death to the angels who looked directly at him as the Red demon catches swords with a hand of stone and throws the attacking angels into the rest with great force. Flying through the thick of Heaven’s Legions standing atop the back of the Hell Dragon, Pip uses the greatsword his Lord was buried with to perform the Wall to cut down any in his path. Unable to use her lightning against them, Snow relies on her bare talons to rend through the never ending legions. In a unified flight path, a swarm of angels rises up beneath the Hell Dragon. Pip barely leaps off in time before it is sent back to Hell. Activating the glider in his backpack on his way down he lands atop the tree line, “well that’s annoying.”

Catching punishment, the Wyyvern Gavel of Truth and Justice, Sarah slashes her short sword through Dana’s gut before following through with a stab through the back of her skull. Michael summons a bubble of Undead energy to prevent Aphrodite from reviving her. Catching Revelations, the purified Wyyvern spiked chain of Deception and Anarchy Leonidas wraps her around his right arm pulling Post Apocalyptic closer and closer before finally beating unspeakable horror’s face in with his shield until P.A. went limp. Michael summons another bubble around him. Catching Pyre, the Wyyvern gauntlets of Fire, sarah could not break her, so she froze her solid. Still unable to shatter her, Sarah brought Brek in close and “Iron Ram!” Another bubble forms around Brek’s body. Walking up to the wall of plant life between her and her taken God, Sarah began trying to tear her way through, growling as the living wall kept growing and shouting angrily and repairing. 

Back on its feet, The Metal effortlessly plowed through the Iron Ram’s and Nekolich to the Elven, Dwarven, and Human ranks behind them.

In a closed off section of the plant shield, “No,” Nyarlathotep chuckles lifting Trace up by his throat and stabbing him in the gut with his taken Wyyvern blade of Deceit, Heaven, “You don’t get to die.” Her tendril ridden lightning pulling him from existence. “Goodbye, Yog-Sothoth.”

I am sorry, Q,” Trace smiles at his old friend.

“Ahhh!” Q cries out in anguish, “Mad!”

As he does the orbital plasma beam finally streams through its freshly melted hole at the top of Filorra’s shield of plant life. Hitting Ilean directly as Mad, still in her ax’s cockpit here’s Q’s voice, “I am yours.”

“Ilean!” the plasma forged Undead Wyyvern rex stands ready for her agent’s request. “Fire and throw me,” Mad aims the cannon as Ilean comes up, anchors the blade to the ground, cocks back the hilt, and fires a 1000mm round before turning all the plasma energy she just gained into a Wyyvern shield around the ax. The thrown ax flies past Sarah, easily cutting through the wall of plant life already weakened from the 1000mm round. 

Tossing Trace off his taken Zesrial, Nyarlathotep deflects the incoming ax down to the ground, “what was that meant to accomplish?” 

Fully synchronized with Mad, “this, you fucked up son of a bitch,” Q loads what remains of Trace, the Wyyvern of Memory, into his chamber as Mad pulls back the hammer and aims him at the Nyarlathotep. The shot fired splits and streams of light fly through the hole Ilean’s thrown cannon ax had made.

Moments later, the plant dome recedes and shouts of  victory are heard, “the Wyyvern Knights are ours again!”

Letting go of Ember’s hood just before he would have removed it, Agent 0 takes a few steps back as his mind wraps around what just happened. “Thank,” Ember sighs heavily, “the End,” before passing out.

Nyarlathotep chuckles, “You think you’ve won? I am thee Wall, I am the wielder of Heaven, I am…”

“Oy!” Sarah walks up to her taken God. The Iron Ram return to her teal-hued snow and the Wyyvern Knights stand down. “I, the Iron Ram, challenge you to a fight to the Death. Just me and you.” She had been awaiting this moment since Edward had been taken.

“You will never breach my Wall,” the Taken Edward grins a smug smirk as he leans on Zesrial.

“Then you have nothing to lose,” Sarah readies herself. She had never faced the Wall before. It had gone unbreached since its first day in the field.

“Very well,” Nyarlathotep accepts, “but when I stand upon your corpse, I shall bathe in the blood of your Multiverse.”

Translation

Mae hyn I bawb a gollwyd gennym- This is for all we lost.