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He wasn’t sure if he was happy with the fortuitous appearance of the drill or displeased at the anticlimactic end of an obviously very powerful being. He was starting to improve but he didn’t feel like running around at least he had more clarity now. It would be all right Elruin could hear Dravon talk with a voice coming from the new opening in the roof. Elruin got to his feet with great effort and was about to make a bitter remark when Dravon was thrown away by something. The abomination rose to its feet once more but it had been severely damaged. It seemed the black goo that made up most of the creature wasn’t alive at all instead the innermost core was the brain and the crystals probably served as conduits with the core cracked the being couldn’t control half of its form. Elruin was too weak to do much when a tendril of black rushed towards him but the creature seemed to prefer targets with more vigour than him. Elruin narrowly avoided a dark tendril that tried to grab him not that it mattered if the others died he would soon follow.

As in the legends young children listened too light erupted in the darkest hour. The creature seemed to be about to rip out Dravon’s heart as it had done with all its slaves. Dravon started to charge up using strange magic Elruin struggled to understand but its effect were obvious. A single focused blast cut through the being piercing its core. Elruin was fully focused on perceiving magical energy this meant he also saw how the core was torn apart and he saw the ingenious magic that it had contained. The magic was incredible Elruin made mental notes on the way the core released its power in a single blast. He felt a hunger to understand and master this odd impossible magic but what information he had on the eye puzzled and confused him.

The blast had probably knocked them out cold Elruin felt how his mind was involuntarily drawn towards a dream. The sight before them impressed the Ash fiend but he would never admit it. It was either a perfect illusion or an incredibly accurate depiction of reality that no magician could match. The man that looked and acted like some god spoke with something Elruin believed to be conceit. Elruin tried to talk back to the sick old bastard but he was unable to instead he just looked as this creature disappeared under a blanket of black.

“"Elruin.. Sevral.. wake up." Elruin shot up from his bed breathing heavily with panic in his eyes. Elruin quickly regained his senses and manners, it wasn’t considered proper in his culture to show confusion and fear. He felt good not tired or weak but healthy and capable. Was he going to tell them about the strange dream? Why would he if they had experienced the same thing they would speak up about it. He looked at Dravon with his dark red eyes “It seems we have won.” Elruin took a deep breath and then said with a louder stronger voice “You have my respect captain Morsano.” Elruin didn’t make eye contact instead he looked away, he was busy repairing and tweaking the various spells that sustained him.