At this point, the night split in two.
On one side, Albedo surged forward riding Ember, his form coated by streaks of Ember's white & blue flame tore across the rotting, corrupted terrain. The very roots of Hollowwood screamed and recoiled from her heat as Ember's flames corroded and burned away the corruptive features.
Ahead of the duo, shadows were viciously writhing ahead of them, walls of chanting cultists arrayed to buy time for their ritual.
On the other side, Persephone, Morgana, and Elara continued to stand at the broken edges of the shrine, continuing to cut down the hordes of Abyssal Worshippers crawling through the forest.
Already they were regrouping after the first massacre, the grotesque bodies of the attackers swelled with borrowed Abyssal energy. The three girls braced themselves, backs almost touching as the horde circled.
Two fronts. One mission.
