The Search for Xanar

Fiery ride

Castor was Aghast.

Hovering over the scarlet clad forest, he witnessed Woodland creatures and Monsters alike fleeing from the ambers of the fiery deathtrap that surrounded them.

Most did not make it, the falling trees crushed some and the fires took others, Their shrieks of pain were almost human like, A small knot etched over Cas's Chest.

Yet that wasn't what frightened him, Right above his ship were a horde of Fallen, Bigger, Stronger and Meaner looking.

Some had three or five heads, Others multiple arms which sported spears, swords, axes and shields.

And the biggest one Had both, it snarled as it directed it's comrades to hunt down all life they came across, The white cloth devils baptized the forest with Fire.

Some Chucked them from their hands, Others shot them from their eyes, Castor grit his teeth as the Creatures maniacal laughter echoed through the Fiery hell scape.

"Fire!" He roared as Veil splitter rained Apple bombs upon his foes, Some Tore the Fallen to pieces, Others rid