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The man was flung into a wall with all the force of a catapult.
The stone wall shattered and crumbled around him in a shower of debris, giving way before immense force. The cacophony shook and rumbled through the ancient temple hall; dust escaping the column-supported ceiling as if routing in panic.
Plumes of debris obscured the grand chamber. On the other side of this broken point, the man slowly, impossibly rose, staggering to his feet. Even with the cloud of grit enveloping him, it was clear that bits of him were sloughing off, clattering on the floor like breaking pottery. Yet his eyes burned a bright, arcane blue, pressing onward despite his crumbling form. Behind him, the cliffs of a bay in the myriad isles of Aina o ka la could be glimpsed.
Archanae's features crinkled with worry, watching Maldragos -- her faithful clay golem -- clamber back into the chamber, even as his legs disentigrated below him, forcing him to crawl by his arms. Her eyes slid to the source of his destruction, almost reluctantly.
The Herald of Therg stepped forward, wreathed in a cloud of its own making; umbral snakes coiling off its bulk, merging with the darkness in the corners of the oppressively large room. Its horns crooked into a pair of circles besides its obsidian helmet: spines that were as much a warped symbol of Therg as they were calcium outgrowths. The sign of eternity; infinite loops of entropy. The chamber seemed built for its towering form rather than the comparatively tiny Archanae, who appeared a speck composed of blue lights at a distance, glowing from her eyes and medallions.
"Godless gnat. You dare disturb the Temple of Therg, the Emperor of Corruption?"
The impossibly deep and enveloping voice promised more than mere oblivion; it promised inhuman agony and madness before such a mercy. The juggernaut of despair stepped forward, and the flagstones yielded cracks below its sheer weight, spiderwebbing towards her. A pair of white orbs singed from its helmet, as hollow and lifeless as Therg's ultimate promise, honed in on her like unerring beacons.
Archanae's response was to thrust her hand forward. And from behind her, multiple forms skittered forward; bones and stone and crude iron, repurposed into near insect-like forms, clawing towards this dark juggernaut, attacking with the abandon only available to the truly mindless. The corrupted avatar plunged into them with eerie silence, tearing them apart like scrap-metal.
Her eye went to the altar, sporting the same warped infinity symbol. Bars of glowing, runic metal encapsulated the prize she was hunting, the stone tablet of Ulovanti, the last known faithful disciple of Therg.
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