Draven responded to the report about the waves and flooding.
"Fool! You should close your flood gates and have your defense mages cast barriers! What do you mean what should you do?! I swear, surrounded by sheer... Hmmm..."
At that point, Salazar's messenger gave Draven a second message.
"Hmm, tell your leader that there are reports of tidal waves along the south-eastern cost, so it would be my guess that the island has moved northward from his location... Also tell him General Valos is flying around in that area, and it would be in his best interest, for his goal of course, to work under the guidance of him."
Draven flipped his cape and proceeded out of the war room, down a winding hallway. The elite in black armor, the one he had been conversing with earlier, the one with the dark aura..., appeared from a separate room and strode just behind him. They kept a quick pace.
"My lord, it seems things are heating up, so to speak..."
"There will be one more thing that heats up if you came only to state the obvious."
"My apologies, my lord. The three giant black crystals are in place. You only need give the word..."
"Excellent... Yes, that's very good indeed..."
The two came out at the top of the tower again. Draven folded his arms while gazing towards the clouds below. The city below was bustling with soldiers, and the land the city floated high above was grayed slightly by the distance and mist in the air.
Draven found the small black stone in his pocket and removed it, holding it before him in his right hand. He turned, so that he was facing the empty space in the center of the tower. The elite moved to his left side. A flash of flame emanated from Draven's palm into the small black crystal, and the outline of the stone glowed a very bright red, though the stone itself remained pitch black.
Something began to appear in the center of the tower. It was a shadow-- huge, at least 10 feet high and very bulky. It took form. Massive menacing curved horns appeared, piercing crimson eyes, a spiked tail, huge hoofs for feet. It was covered in a sort of red armor, but where its armor ended and scaly skin began was difficult to tell.
It was translucent, as if it were from another dimension. It was what one would call a Class S Demon...
The elite standing next to Draven took one step back.
The thing, upon seeing Draven, crouched on one knee and bowed it's head deeply. Even in this bowing position, it was still taller than Draven. It spoke with a sort of voice that emanated from everywhere, and unnaturally deeply at that...
<span style='font-family:Geneva'>"Our Savior... Our King... We serve and revere only you..."</span>
Draven's smirk returned to his face and he placed his left hand to his chin, keeping his right outstretched with the crystal.
"I bring good news. Your freedom is nigh... but I must ask a question. Do you have a small legion ready that I might summon before the rest?"
<span style='font-family:Geneva'>"Impossible... For so long we have waited... Kill each other we will for the chance to escape before the others..."</span>
"I see. Would it be possible, then, when the gates open, for you to concentrate more of your... efforts... on one smaller target?"
<span style='font-family:Geneva'>"Impossible... We do not work like your human armies... Enemy is an enemy... Each demon shall enact his vengeance in his own way... It is how the contract states... We will ignore the lands and people that are yours... and destroy all the rest, one no more or no less than the other... and populate them... Once the original wave of vengeance is done, then we will serve you in this new world..."</span>
"Yes, that is what we originally agreed upon... Very well. Your time will come soon..."
Draven clasped his fist over the black crystal and the image of the demon faded away. He brought his right hand behind his back, beneath his cape and turned around.
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Vincent placed the metal sheet under his feet as he was falling. The metal began to change shape while water vapor from below shot up and hit the sheet from below, slowing his decent. In a few seconds, he was standing atop a floating surf board like thing chasing after the moving island, which had suddenly changed directions.
"Well, that's nice..."
Furthermore, three sharks were rapidly swimming in his direction. He bent down and touched the water with his right hand. The water before him froze, many jagged icicles jutting out towards the sky. One of the sharks was impaled, but the other two swam around and towards him, baring their teeth. Vincent slid up on top of the ice he had created and jumped over to the other side, the surf board skimming the water as it landed.
Drat. Abort. The island changed directions and is moving away too quickly... He waved towards the airship above, which began to lower a rope while descending. The sharks were gaining and he was losing speed... As one of the sharks made a leap out of the water, mouth wide open, he leapt and grabbed the rope with his right hand and was pulled out of harms way. Hanging with one hand while being raised to the airship, he watched as the island grew smaller and smaller on the northern horizon...
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Two soldiers passed a broken window in an upper level of Redvik. The upper levels were mostly evacuated, and they were almost done moving the important equipment down to the underground levels where it would be safe.
"Yo! Did you see that?!"
"What?"
"There's something climin' on that wall down there."
"Don't see nothin'."
"There it is again! It just jumped down!"
"Nope. Didn't see it."
