Power Up

As Luna summoned her magic the world began to fade in and out of focus. The distant horizon vanished and reappeared. All around them the image of a grand throne room started to materialise.

For the briefest of moments they could see a woman sat upon an obsydian throne. She gasped and sat forward as she also perceived them. Just as suddenly she was gone and the endless world of death returned.

"What ever you just did, do more of it." Majvoc cried out to the elf girl as he shot the last of his arrows into the sea of death.

Heimdall dispatched his troll with a mighty swing that took the creatures head. He ran to Lunas side and grasped her shoulders.

"Borrow my stength. The realm of death is one of layered realities, layer upon layer, Hell upon hell and you must break through to its very heart. Draw from my power I give it freely."

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