Above the shattered ruins of Bloodbane Palace, a murky crimson haze churned like thick, half-congealed blood.
The mouthful of blood essence Dincelius spat drenched the ancient command token in his grip.
Carved across its weather-worn surface were grotesque demonic visages, and the instant the blood seeped into each out those faces lit up. Scarlet radiance oozed from every groove, the lines twisting and pulsating as though the metal itself had come alive.
From the fissures splitting the earth there rose first a deep, muffled pounding-ten thousand war drums beating beneath the ground, then, without warning, countless arms sheathed in dark-violet scales punched through the rock.
Talons scraped stone with an ear-shattering shriek.
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