Blood, gore, entrails and flesh flashed in Azdal’s mind as he remembered the occurrences of the fight, horrific and gory images plaguing his mind as hallucinations of those they lost replaced the shadows that ate the walls of his house.
He remembered the farm house, the beautiful peace and serenity he felt within it’s embrace, Mother and his companions sat at the long table and ate the apple pie they were given, happy and fulfilled despite the horrors they endured outside at the battle of the Flesh Tear, they had all completely forgotten their goal when they entered the void, all they knew was the happiness this illusion gave them, though Azdal felt something was wrong, entering the outdoors with the endless wheat fields, rain began to patter his armor, grasping to remove his helmet and allow it to soak his hair and eye, wait..He only had one eye, he was unable to recall losing such at first, before the horrors of the Flesh Tunnel in Aegrothond flooded his mind, the trees withered around him, the wheat turned to ash and rain turned to dry air, panic filled his mind and he began to hyperventilate, the true goal that brought him and his kin to the Void itself.
Jorvin, Azdal. Kazrin, Torvik, Torgrim & Grilthram entered the house and witnessed the true horror, the Apple PieTM they were previously eating had turned to flesh, gore and intestines, and the peace they felt vanished, Mother began to cackle maniacally as she began to seize and the house around them began to rot, the army they had brought began to remember as well, realizing what was wrong with the situation, and they all took to arms once more, rushing out of the house to find the wonderful wheat field and blue skies had turned to a cave of pure flesh, bones and crystals, a massive pulsating heart hanging from the ceiling, and a tower of flesh held Elswyn the Druid hostage, horrors of the illusion entered their minds and tried to dissuade them from fighting, though their will proved stronger and they pushed forward, rushing the 30ft and growing tiger, ripping into her flesh as others eyed Elswyn, and turned to rush and save her, the battle blurred together..Time went on and wounds were dealt to the Voidal Horror and the Attackers.
Jorvin immediately started charging his Starhammer, it began to spin and spark electricity as time went on, Kazrin began to make his spear float and charge for throwing, both aiming for the pulsating heart at the ceiling. The Paladins, Elvira, Druids, Humans, and all others that attended fought the gigantic tiger of flesh whilst a few select druids and Azdal himself ran to free Elswyn from the flesh tower. The Druids & Feanor made their way to the top, whilst Azdal, unknowing of this path, climbed the side, however upon noticing they were trying to free the Druid Elswyn, Mother jumped upon the pillar and knocked Azdal off, before repeated attacks on the Heart, specifically the Starhammer slamming into it repeatedly, was now obviously the weak point, sent Mother ragdolling off to the side and allowed the Descendants to attack once more, though subjected the group to a flurry of attacks at the hands, or rather feet, of Mother.
Azdal and Torvik stood atop a purple crystal, with Azdal on Torvik’s shoulder, and Mother distracted, Torvik threw Azdal as far as he could, allowing the one-eyed dwedmer to slam into mother’s back and dig his blade deep within, whilst Lilach stabbed the ever-loving **** out of Mother’s head from the inside, Azdal began to tear into Mother’s back and cause as much damage as possible, secured by his sword and spiked boots. Jorvin once again, for a final time, threw his electrified hammer at the Heart and delivered one of the final blows to it, which effectively caused the Heart to fall and Mother to grow immensely weak, while the battle was supposedly won, things took a turn for the worst..
Grief showed himself once more, grasping the Gem that gave Mother life, along with two other gems from the other Tears that the Descendants had defeated, after a ‘Thanos Monologue’, he crushed the gems and exploded in a field of pure voidal energy, the very realm around them began to crack and fall apart as the injured Descendants suffered volleys of bone-shards and gory debris, rushing towards the House they had arrived in and through a portal that was opened for them..Finally escaping with the final Mana Gem they needed to disable the force field around Grief’s tear..Though at what cost? Their minds were scarred, they would never be the same after the fight with Mother.
The Deer, that valiantly fought and carried Elswyn out of the Voidal Realm on their back.
The Azdrazi that used his fire magic, good lad.
Torgrim, who wrote the entire goddamn time.
And everyone else that fought during this event.