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They had escaped, for the moment. The short lived battle in the Ruins had ended on a poor note for the two powerful Daemons. Caught unaware, overconfident, they had allowed themselves to be defeated, if only just.

Vashal's leg was mauled. Having been crushed by the boulder, he would be stuck flying for some time, and perching on his good leg. His flaming blade was extinguished, with the hilt hovering in the air next to him. His brutish face was contorted in a grimace as he twists and snaps the broken limb, trying futilely to make it function.

Drumas was better off, but only just recently. The wound to his gut was healed, and the molten stone that had been covering his body was broken away. His solid blade was stuck to his back between his wings.

What both Daemons shared was a rage. They had failed not only to capture the woman, but to kill anything. They had holed themselves up in a structure they had found, by chance, upon a floating island high above the ruins. There were others there, lurking, but the Daemons had not encountered any yet. They were almost of like sorts... almost.