February 26, 2015
Act XVIII: A Dirge for the Age of Gods
The barracks crumbled around him as Demon Edge struck down another creep. Abaddon wrenched the blade free in a spray of blood and pressed his heels into his steed. The horse took off at a gallop, clearing the building just as it fell. Invoker was waiting, once again flanked by a pair of forged spirits.
"This is their defence?" the mage said incredulously. "Rubick was too simple to even replicate a single spell of mine, and now they leave creeps here?"
Abaddon gestured towards the Ancient. Shimmering columns of light signified defensive teleports back to the throne.
"We'll have company soon. Hopefully, they hold us off long enough for Arash to contact and coordinate the destruction of the Ancients." He glanced towards the Dire fortress, where the Skywrath army was sieging the final tier of towers. "I hope it will be soon."
What happened to Vanath and Lanaya? he thought. They surely should have found Arash b…
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