Snippet #2440968

After having arrived in Windcrest via its portals, Achaeos flew through the city streets, startling the few civilians who spotted the translucent wispy form of a fox speeding through their number. Within the spirit realm, where he travelled in truth, activity was at a peak. The sky above twisted and flowed like a tropical storm, spurred into a hurricane of unearthly light and mist by the portal between the realms.

Achaeos bounded in a single leap from the city streets onto the walls, pausing for a moment to gaze across the bridge at the battle beginning in earnest below. The soldiers on the wall stepped back to give the ethereal fox space. To his eyes they were nothing more than hovering wisps of light, their souls given form in the spirit world.

The hollows, as they were called, were visible to him filing towards their portal. When they passed through they took on a more ethereal shape, much as he appeared to the soldiers. Once more the fox leaped. In the air his tail split, becoming nine as he landed on the bridge before Shelby and sped forwards. He passed through the hollows that had already moved into the mortal realm, intangible to them due to his physical form being within the spirit world, until he reached the portal.

The nine-tailed fox darted between the line of hollows and their access portal to the world, flames sparking from his tails and bursting towards them in a nova of bright blue spiritfire, easily enough to incinerate most spirits and harm even more powerful ones. He scored a line before them, cutting them off from their access to the mortal realm and stood proudly, challenging them.

"Return to your rest, spirits." The fox intoned, "The mortal realm is not your place. I will not hesitate to strike you down should you attempt to pass."