[20:07] The battlefield.

Once more the fields of Agartha erupted into war. The forces of Gaiar Aetherius marched towards the remnants of Jianghu, ready to strike them down once and for all. Illaron, like many of the other Archons, stood at the forefront, ready to do battle against even the most formidable of Jianghu's forces.

And that is what he did.

Gusts of mournegale constantly erupted from his body, crashing against the soldiers of Ardent and Gaiar alike, pushing them away and crippling Ardents forces. It was a gruesome battlefield, and much death would be had. Soon, he floated up into the air, taking a moment to survey the battlefield.

He could see countless fights going on, magi and non-magi alike throwing their lives on the line, but one fight in particular caught his eye.

The fight of Atro, and his eventual defeat.

The Archon suddenly landed between the likes of Soren and Xing, his large blood red wings spreading out wide. Behind Illaronwas a collection of soldiers, carrying supplies and a stretcher for Atro.

His hand raises before the two, and his eyes narrow. Suddenly a telekinetic force erupts from his hand, combined with potent wind magic that crashes into both of them. While it wouldn't leave them with any lasting injuries, it pushes them away from the battlefield long enough for the backup forces to escort the injured Atro out of the battlefield.

"Pitiful." Whether not his words are directed to Atro or the Jianghu magi is not known, but soon the Archon lifts up into the air once more, leaving the Jianghuren magi hurt, but otherwise alive and okay.
(Illaron)
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[20:12] Soren immediately noticed the completely malevolent presence of the Archon. Frightened. Scared. A complete force of power.

His legs froze. His holy aura exploded out of him. His eyes glanced to the thousands dead around him.

A piercing scream. He HAD TO destroy the force that led those to harm all that he cared for. All that he loved. His shaking legs dug into the ground. Insects increased in volume around him. All at once, they charged. Straight to the Archon.

"DEMON! YOU WERE A FOOL FO-"

Instantly, a telekinetic force emitted from Illarons' palm, and sent Soren flying outwards, eventually crashing into the greenery beneath him. His breath was slammed out of his chest. He could not breathe. He clenched his chest as his watering eyes followed the Archon and his forces whilst they carted Atro away.
(Soren)
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[20:12] To be saved by another...

There was no greater shame, it brought irritation and accelerated the blood spilling as his pressure raised. He winced, grinding his teeth and looking towards Illaron with anger, then hanging his head down with shame.

Another wince and he held his tattered arm, but unable to do anything as he's hoisted away soliders.

No, it was just shameful.
(Atro Gwyn)
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[20:15] Whether they were going to deal the killing blow or capture Atro for themselves, was uncertain. But as soon as they could even think of which option to choose, a staggering presence was felt. Several soldiers following what Xing could only see as a hulking beast. Humanoid in stature, but with a more overwhelming feeling than any demon he had ever seen.

They were blitzed down, rushed with a combination of both dark winds and arcane magic. His influence over chaos was completely foreign to him, a manifestation of the fact that Jiahao was not ready to fight against him. Not him or Soren could stand in opposition of Illaron.

With a telekinetic push, they were sent flying away from the scene. Skidding across the grass several yards away when they impacted the ground, downing the two Jianghuan warriors was that easy. But this was no time for rest. With what little strength he had left, he scrambled to his feet.

"Come on, get up! We need to get out of here!" he shouted towards his ally, who currently had the breath knocked out of him. The Shengese lad took a knee, extending a hand out towards Soren and aiming to help him up.

If and only when he was able to retrieve Soren, he'd flee with his teammate. Leaving someone behind wasn't an option.
(Xing Jiahao)