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.....[OoC]: "Not really sure how to get into this, but I had a feeling a champion of the holy may be capable of helping...?"

.....Having finally come within visual perception of Aekea, Aurorion Trition could see that the unholy invasion had already gotten well underway. He had been warned of such a possibility, but had hoped against hope that the siege would not be too advanced by the time of his arrival.
.....He was still nearly two miles out from the site of invasion, but he was also airborne, mounted 'pon the back of his winged reptilian, Faramor.

The attack had the desired effect, but it only took down that color. There were still six more if they wanted to completely disable the barrier, and it had already cycled to the next color.

But time had run out.

The obelisk burst with a violet light that spread out and engulfed the mages. They screamed in agony as their souls were ripped from their bodies. The air suddenly shuddered with a concussion shockwave as a massive amount of energy was released, destroying the obelisk and the remains of the mages. Standing in its shattered remains was a human figure, six-feet six-inches, with a toned body, long white hair, and black pits for eyes. They had summoned an aspect of their deity, Darshendros!

If that wasn't bad enough, Draconis III and Vengeance completed their merging, and the massive airship began to transform. Sections split apart as arms and legs formed, the main hull twisting around to form the semblance of a torso. It was both horrifying and magnificent to look upon at the same time. It was the true form of the Draconis.



"Captain, without the Vecna's components, we won't have enough power to maintain the ******** it," Captain Starrow said, "This thing can deal out as much damage as it can take. Besides, they should be running out of ammunition by now."

"Krik here," came a voice over the intercom, "We are standing by to initiate maneuvers."

"On my command, raise Hell."

And in the sewers, it was just one big explosion - too big for such close quarters. The ceiling caved in as the streets collapsed on top of them all.

Suddenly!

A massive blue and white vortex of energy erupted and pulsed out of the sky over Aekea moments before a huge black object hurtled out of the rift, barreling straight towards the massive flying form hovering over the city.



The main guns of the Obsidianus fired with terrible force, the anti-magical projectile screaming across the five or so miles in seconds before detonating nearby the mighty form in the sky, the AMP washing over the entire form, or at least the whole side facing the mighty warship. Moments after the first shell had fired, two more thunderous blasts shot from the Central Canon on the Obsidianus. These were a wind and light round, in that order. The first round would aim to slam into the (now unprotected) hull of the mighty weapon, as the second exploded with terrible force over the center of the city, the positive energy eradicating the undead and negative energy of the beings throughout the city with one massive pulse...



The turrets around the Central Canon began to spin, glowing with energy as golden yellow blasts of energy began to fire from the Main Rotary Canons of the mighty airship as more and more energy began to spark and glow around the front of the mighty flying fortress. The smaller bursts would slam into the surface of the floating enemy construct as searing hot plasma, boiling away layers of most types of armor like tissue paper, eating into the very heart of the massive vessel.

As the Obsidianus continued towards the city, the smaller canons across its form lit up and blast after blast of artillery fire rocketed from them, screaming towards the enemy target before exploding on the weakened side, surrounding the vessel in a cloud of fire, light, anti-magical, and earth type explosions. The earth rounds would petrify the armor of the vessel, turning it to stone rather than its hardened magical armor. The fire rounds would obliterate the weakened structures of rock with terrible incinerating force, and the light rounds would purify and destroy any and all undead they came into contact with...

But the final volley would be the most destructive, the golden yellow energy crackling around the main Rotary Canon as its energy built up to a critical level, and with a mighty blast of plasma energy that arced out from the front of the Obsidianus, it discharged a massive bolt of plasma that would speed across the expanse between the two vessels and hit the enemy target with terrible force, and enough heat to boil away most armor to metallic vapor, and or do a massive energy drain to any sort of shielding either magical or anti-magical due to its energetic state destabilizing the area around it. Streamers would spread back around the shields of the Obsidianus, creating an aurora effect from the fields interacting with one another.

As the massive volley from the airship halted, the vessel would continue to speed towards its target, readying for battle against its first ever foe... But one thing was for certain...

Darshendros turned around to see the incoming screaming afro man. He might have caught him by surprise if he wasn't screaming. How'd he get here anyway? He was supposed to be in Durem.

Darshendros met Afro's charge with an extended hand, thrusting out a telekinetic push to slam into the human and send him flying back in the opposite direction. That wasn't all though; Darshendros wanted to get rid of him before he had any chances. He vanished and reappeared several feet behind Afro, where Darsh anticipated he would be flying, raising his sword and swinging it down in time to catch him in mid and cleave him in half, if not slam him down to the ground.

Darshendros stomped on the ground, attempting to crush Afro-sama, but he had rolled out of the way. The impact of his foot left a cratered impressed in the ground, splitting the ground around it with tiny cracks. He would indeed press his attack, waiting for the exact moment that Afro sprang back to his feet before unleashing his devastating breath attack, a 30-foot cone of searing blue and white fire laced with negative energy.

The only reason it worked last time was because Darshendros had underestimated him. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. The rounds came flying, and they would slam against a semi-transparent shield that appeared before Darshendros - his Divine Shield, which was holy in its own sense, and thus impenetrable by holy rounds.

"I'll kill you this time."

The sky opened up as a beam of energy flashed down and descended upon Afro-sama to engulf him and inflict the maximum amount of pain possible. The point the beam of energy came from had the semblance of an arcane eye - a vengeful eye. Perhaps, the Vengeful Gaze of Darshendros.

The blast from the spell would slam into Darshendros as well, damaging him almost as much as it would Afro, but his own powers would make up for that. He didn't expect Afro-sama to survive it, or have any regenerative powers to keep him from the brink of death.