Grey Regis 13

I couldn’t help but be disappointed as I looked across the field at the thousands of Alacryan mages.

“This really would be so much easier if they had sense enough to run for their lives,” I muttered.

“Much less fun though,” Regis japed, chuckling darkly. “Maybe it would help if they got a good look at me in all my glory?”

I nodded my approval. “Do it.”

With a wide, lupine grin, Regis activated the Destruction godrune. His body blazed with the purple flames, his physical form expanding and transforming, growing huge and bestial, all hard, sharp angles and jagged fire and long black spikes. His head widened and flattened as obsidian fangs grew out of his mouth. Wings sprouted from behind his arched shoulder blades, and then I leapt onto his back.

Regis lifted up off the ground and gave a roar that shook Blackbend. He breathed out flames of pure Destruction as he wheeled through the air high above the enemy.

A tremor of terror shook the awestruck Alacryans. A Shield ceased conjuring and turned to flee, but the woman who had taken charge of the army appeared before him in a flash of white-hot fire, her sword already swinging. He didn’t even have the chance to conjure another protective shield before he fell into two burning halves.