The Primordial gods' Wrath

The celebration was finally over, everyone was resting from a good job done. Zareth was on a white floor with lots of holes in him and a gun rack by the side. Belzorath is hanging on a drying line, he looks wet. Ebonvar looks rounder than before. Gorgomor is hanging upside down with a few sticks on the ground. Malvagor is…… he’s still hanging on for dear life, apparently a black hole is below him if he falls, bet tickets and rocks around him. Azurath is doing handstand with whip marks around him. Nethrax is jumping through fiery hoops. Valtorus is juggling balls, he has to throw the explosive one away or *BOOOOM* that.

After 24 hours of a hearty reunion, the sealing artefacts Zareth and crew brought finally wore off. A bright light covers them, the Azurians watch expectantly waiting for a show.

Kael smiles, “Maybe they have a secret skill.”

Astrarigel is on a pole, “And they’re now activating it? Better late than never. I think it’s going to a 9th tier runic circle at best.”

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