Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER III: TEMPER OF GODS (7)

CHAPTER III: TEMPER OF GODS (7)

"What is that?" Pasithea exclaims.

"It's a –watch out!"

A singular violet ray entered the cave quickly like a violent and excessive route. A shower of them, falling into the coldness of the long, late night. The gods were close, closer than they had ever been. The duality was quickly lost from the place, running between the nearby grasslands and the shrouded lagoon. The light of the horizon was present, amid an unequaled journey of despicable forces and revenge. They could feel the human.

"The mortal is near!" exclaims Arach. "I can feel it!"

"Let's follow the mountain ranges!" exclaims Amsiret. "I need to see from above!"

The gods began casting quick spells of divine effulgences into the air; faith randomly, looking for these to intercept the run of the mortal. Iram managed to avoid some of them, and guided the human between the currents of the unpredictable and the singular. A route that took them to the nearby lagoons, approaching their long and assigned destination.

"How long, Iram ?!" Pasithea exclaims, between screams. "This is hell!"

"We are very close," exclaims Iram. "We must continue!"

"We will not resist!"

 "Trust me," exclaims Iram. "We will arrive."

They crossed the nearby trails on the edge of grief and hopelessness. Passing through the traces of land that were between the floating passageways of the delirious lagoons. Their souls ran in the early morning, and between the cusps of the heights, Pasithea realized that she was in the descent of the firmament. In front of her, she could see the horizon, which reflected a line of mother and orange energy, announcing the arrival of dawn, and the flight of the moons at the other end of the sky.

"Look!" exclaims Arach. "There is!"

"Not alone!" exclaims Amsiret. "I can't see who it is!"

"Well, throw your useless rays to see if you can distinguish them!"

The gods ran through the parallel and ascending mountain range, crossing over the swamp of the lagoons; amid the darkness and the luxuriance of the lights traversing between the appeased leaves, they saw the silhouette of the two creatures. They began to launch dozens of illuminated bursts, which opened the way without the mitigating mystery.

The duplet ran underneath, while lightning and earth treasured him between them. They managed to see her escape to her right hand. A sinful bridge that opened a dirt path that led to a long lagoon. And at the beginning of the road, the prince managed to see his destination located.

"There is the lagoon!" exclaims the prince.

"How will I cross to the other side?" acclaims Pasithea.

"I have a plan!" exclaims Iram. "Follow me!"

The duplet followed the open dirt path, and the elevated grass bridge loomed above the lagoon and took her deep within it. Irma saw a tall and elongated palm at the end of the path, and she indicated to Pasithea to hurry, for her plan was simple but complicated, to cross to the other side, under the water.

"Look there it is!" exclaims Arach. "By the repulsion of my right hand!"

"Arac wait!" exclaims Amsiret. “There you are–

Before Amsiret could finish her sentence, Arac released a divine effulgence with her violet right hand that went straight to the mortal's. She turned her head, feeling the energy, and as she could, she jumped forward avoiding the blow of the spell towards her. The effulgence struck the ground, and the spell flew farther in front of her; hitting the ground, and falling in surrender to the epiphany of the blow. The prince turned, and ran towards the woman; he grabbed her head in his arms, and leaned toward her. But when he looked up, a deity was approaching at full power, and the gazes of royalty met in the paralysis of a unique and unexpected moment.

"Iram?" exclaims Arach.

The Plasma God was confused in mid-flight; in front of the duplet. Pasithea opened her eyes, but the coloration of her pupils was purple. The right pocket of her dress began to throb. Her hair began to float, and the surrounding stones began to emerge, and as if it were her instinct, she pulled out the mirror kept in her right hand. She saw the reflection of the mirror in a violet color, pressed the palm of her hand on it, and from the ground, she pointed with all her might the power of the Sattara in the direction of the God of Plasma, emanating aggressive words:

ITHILIEM SALAMIN

The currents of the lagoon began to distort each other, and rise towards the mirror. The crystal trapped and drew its energy, when a bluish effulgence erupted like a purple-edged water spell from the crystal. The mighty lightning bolt turned into a rushing thunderclap, feeding off the lateral waters. The spell was speeding towards the face of the Plasma God, but from above, Amsiret fired a lightning bolt Silver-colored mpago that hit the path of the water spell, and when the lightning met, an explosion occurred in the center of the battle. Throwing dirt and mud everywhere.

The prince of the south was the first to revive himself. He grabbed Pasithea, and helped her up. He looked to the other end after the smoke and currents, and the God of Air was helping to lift the god of plasma, while they watched him from a distance. Iram, drew his copper sword; He rubbed his hand over its blade, and it glowed purple. He grabbed the sword, and quickly sliced through the trunk of the giant palm, directing it toward the front of Quivel's lagoon. The giant crust quickly fell to the other side, allowing a path between the heights of the water. The company ran through the giant log, trying to get to the other side. The gods stood at the beginning of this, and launched a united beam that would disintegrate the duplet, but before these intercepted them, the prince grabbed Pasithea's hand, and put his plasma offensive power with the mirror in front of the beam. giant. They tried to bounce the spell, but it threw them across the terrain, and its lights glowed in the currents of the Quivel lagoon. Iram drew his sword, buried it between the banks of the lagoon, and its electrocuted currents invaded all the water, turning him into a deadly space of violet water. He got up, and with a short shaved movement, the trunk of the palm causing it to fall into the water, and was electrocuted in front of everyone. Making the crusade of the gods impossible to the other side.

"What the hell was that?" exclaims Amsiret.

"That my brother, is the sword of Ravana." exclaims Arac. “It seems indeed, he has chosen treason, and death. We will not be able to cross. We’ll have to go westbound, through the southwestern range.”