Hydrae Pass

As he reached the black-bone figure, he lashed out with his gauntlet, driving a deep wound in the warrior’s flank that cut through its armour like a razor cutting through flesh. It was deeply satisfying as the figure slumped to one knee but that was merely a sting – a debilitating move to slow the enemy down so Slethial could face it mask to eye as he delivered the killing blow. Not even pausing to relish the prowess of his art, Slethial came around the front of the figure and rammed both his hydra gauntlets into its chest. Eight deadly blades punched through the warrior’s back, every one piercing a major organ.
‘My sister sends her regards,’ he spat, only for his expression to change dramatically a few seconds later.
Rather than falling down in agony, the warrior actually got back on its feet. For the first time, Slethial saw its eyes and watched, fascinated and terrified, as they burned like pyres.



Votum Infernus