Agava - Against the Odds

The voices of fools and cowards would spill into the mind of a Fallen.

His head craning to look upon these stars above as a gradual shake of his head only followed those words. These were the souls which needed saving the most, these were the souls which needed returned to the cradle humanity had crawled from.

"You would all seek to continue upon a path of doubt while believing you can walk upon your lonesome. You would all seek to repeat the same mistakes as your ancestors than be given purpose in your lives?" The question spoken unto none, the pull of those slender lips into a smile broken as the gaze of divinity lowered.

"I see. The child refuses to be returned to their cradle."

One step back from the group of soldiers and scholars alike all stood before divinity. Those words they spoke having reaffirmed that same belief which now spilled into the minds of those present.

"Humanity is weak. Without guidance, you wander astray whilst calling out for your deities. You seek, beg for absolution while claiming you stand upon your own."

Blackened mist swelling before him, expanding and growing as gradually the foul corruption which settled upon these beaches had been given form. Familiar and all too similar crimson eyes burning from within this mass.

"Mankind is not equipped to walk their own path."
(Akasha)

The spirit had no intention of halting it's assault throughout this process.

Hearing the response from the fallen angel and seeing what was taking place the dryad called out to nature through her mind and whispers, calling out for years of dedication of her own towards preserving the nature, bonding with it and lending her own powers to it.

First time in years she called out to the spirits of the forests that persisted all over Agartha, calling them forth to aid her and the others in hour of need, where their freedom and existence alone stood at stake from tyranny of the fallen divinity.

"Nature answers the Call, even it will not stand idly against this atrocious attempt to enslave it and ones that live in peace with it. Say your prayers for we will not bend to anyone that dares to upheel the balance."
(Agava)

{NARRATION} Soldiers clashed against one another.

Those which stood alongside Briar never once wavering in the face of those which sought to topple this monster. Blades clashing against this mist given form, protecting those very same souls which chose the allure of power beyond all else.

The monster conjured roared as hundreds of golden blades rushed through it's ethereal form. Winds crashed and the waters of Magi both young and old flooded these beaches.

Even so, the spirit never once faltered.

And above all else, blackened wings would fly high above all others. Feathers dropping upon these grounds below, as the lifestream itself had physically begun to scream and cry out in agony.

Massive and continually expanding a tear, a rift in the skies above would continue to expand and consume these moonlit skies.

The spirit had no intention of halting it's assault throughout this process.