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The steel of Banatrix was strong, but no metal was strong enough to withstand the fires of the Black Anvil. As the steel melted, the other 2 gods were released. But as a percotion, Mora had sealed the final and most frightening foe deep inside the sword. It wasnt until hours after it had been thrown in that the steel finaly melted away, the final ward preventing Barons escape finally broken.

The crowd of the Old Gods army chanted and shouted for the grand finally, the release of Baron Praxus. Suddenly, from the lava of the Anvil, an eruption cracked through the air like 1000 lightning bolts, the ground of Grim Forge shaking from the explosion. The crowd fell silent for a moment, watching the Black Anvil with anticipation. Again, the forge cracked the earth, this time harder than the last. Multan earth rose from the ground like springs, scorching and burning all they touched. Some fled, but the deticated waited still by the anvil until finally, a hand grasped the edge of the pool. A hand made of pure black magma, that slowly started to cool and rise from the pool still.

What was a hand, was now also an arm. From there, another hand and another arm while the springs started to fill with lava once more, shooting it every witch way, as if the island was breaking apart. Suddenly, the body, now taking shape as it still rose form the pool, let out a bestial scream of anger unlike any that even Azazel could even imagine. From the pool, the beast rose completely. Dripping the black magma of the forge, it stud 10 feet tall, a body far to large for any humanoid creature known to any of the realms. Again it roared out to the world, silencing anyone that made a sound. Even the island stopped its apocalyptic eruption, and fell completely silent.

As the lava covering him cooled, it hardened, making him a huge statue. There he stood for a few moments, before suddenly breaking through the encasing to reveal the Baron himself. With his first steps in Atherea in almost 100 years, the crowds started to chant again. But he himself didnt make a word before walking forward to his brother Malakath. "Brother...." He growled out in a deep tone before grabbing Malakath's throat, lifting him up high into the by only his throat. "YOU have done well brother...Without you, it may not have been possible that we stand in this accursed realm now." Suddenly he dropped his brother and turned to his dominion, all of them silent with excitement, then back to him. "When we crush this realm, and the false goddess, the souls of the mortals shall fill your Void, for you to take. The soul of Mora is the only one i require..."

Slowly he turned back to the masses witch watched his every move, and raised his hand high into the sky so his voice could be heard; "MY SERVANTS! You, have done well for a group of mortals. Now... The time has almost come... The only thing stopping us, is my ax... As soon as we posses it, we will CRUSH the false gods... And rain supreme!"

With his final statement, the whole island shook with the stomps of 1000's of warriors, and countless war crys.