//Melkoth's army comes from the many Grey Empire bases that have essentially been dormant for thousands of years.//
Melkoth said, "Alphagrad."
He nodded at Alpha Retan as he left.
Melkoth grinned as he saw the multitudes of soldiers. Behind him, column after column of grey clad troops marched North. He sent a couple of life-holes towards the opposing army, hitting it, and sucking the life out of all the soldiers in a 300 metre radius, and then they started to independently move, following groups of soldiers, causing dead and undamaged bodies to drop down to the ground below.
He then glanced at Draven, and messaged to Abodahon: You deal with him while I get Alphagrad. He said to Draven, "Of course, we intend to conquer this continent on Ragnar's behalf, in order to facilitate his Grey Empire." Hehe, he thought, this will confuse them.
He swerved to the west, going past Draven, and accelerating towards the remaining enemy soldiers and Alphagrad, a translucent scythe appearing in his hands as he started chopping off heads.
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All this time Haraldur's aura's intensity, pressure and density had been steadily increasing, it seemed, although the growth was curving up into an exponential curve, at a slow rate. The pressure of the aura outside the vial was now much larger than inside the vial, so the vial was only just resisting from being crushed and shattered.
Suddenly he felt the slight shock of someone interfering with his aura. "What, again? They are trying that again? It was dangerous before, but now the effects are different."
The reaction this caused to the aura was dramatic. The rate of increase accelerated, the curve becoming ever closer to the vertical. Even the magically untalented could visibly that the sky was no longer dark, but vivid red and black, and with bits of grey. Blood red and pitch black liquid dropped from the sky as rain, all over the world, even in the deserts of Wahabia, soaking the sand to make it a bright red and black mix, swirling around as the liquids rained down.
Around the world, all devices designed to contain auras, not allowing them to escape or enter, started to be crushed, releasing many imprisoned spirits to leave, and do as they wished. This means that the sword is in danger of being crushed, unless it has magical assistance, and is also effectively impotent.
Barnsby was now completely destroyed, the fires now being blown out because they reacted explosively with the super-dense aura (an effect caused only by the high concentration of the aura, this would not normally happen)
To the North-West he could see the floating rock that was the Crimson Capital. This time he would have to do it the traditional way.
He flew North-West, the layers of laminar flow being seen in the aura, soon becoming turbulence in the aura as his velocity relative to the Crimson Capital increased. A bloody sword appeared in his hand, blood still fresh and wet from when he had last used it, more than five years ago. Through the translucent blood, the pattern welded blade's beautiful construction could be seen, gleams of different brightnesses visible through the red blood.
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The Prophet sensed there were intruders, and that Draven was near Alphagrad, the second target. He has better investigate the intrusion.
He stood up and left the courtroom, and went down a few corridors. He arrived a little behind Vincent and the Captain. At the time, the Captain was not in cover, and quickly succumbed to a poison dart shot from a tiny spring loaded device hidden in Quintus' sleeves, dropping down onto the floor, his armour clanging.
He sensed there was one other, and moves now along the side of the hallway until he will se Vincent. When this happens, he will fire another poison dart. //While at the same time you can do an action, this is a situation where things happening simoultaneously is realistic).
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Salazar had destroyed Buteria's army, and his troops flew forth. He then noticed a massive increase in size of an aura he had noticed before, but did not know the owner of. Well, whatever it is, Draven can surely handle it, besides, I am busy, spreading the word of Dios across these heathen lands, by the sword and magic spell. In the distance he saw some of his troops landing on beached. And spreading it by the spear, too.
Was this one of the fastest conquests ever? He thought. This is spectacular! Why did I not do this before?
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A year has now passed in Laus. The revolutionary attitude has slowly receded, as more attention has been paid to the contruction of buildings and farms, led by Tesla.
