"Destruction cometh, I feel it in the air."
S'mael continued to cackle, rocking his head from ome side to the other and soaking in the aforementioned catastrophes caused by the earlier stages of the fight.
"I am inclined to agree," Dr'ul sucked in a breath and composed herself further, reaching within her personal pocket dimension and slowly pulling a uniquely glowing sword from the deepest most hidden parts of her domain.
The blade of this sword was a solid shard of pure light, unlike the light of creation though it was slightly golden; a direct manifestation of war itself forged and enhanced personally by the Goddess of War after her failure against the generals of the Emporium that nearly saw her end.
Alkaios stared at this blade warily, as soon as he saw it he knew better than to let it touch him, but then similar to Dr'ul's example, S'mael reached within his chest pulling out four sickles black from the hilt to the tips and arched in large crescents.
[Casting Enhance]
