He could here the flap of its wings under him. He had noticed that Varal'izz Demonson had entered this world earlier today. He knew he was coming to kill him first then destroy the towns. He was the only one able to step in his way. He flapped his wings to fly a large circle towards the stench of death, gore and pure evil. Varal'izz smirked. His red eyes scanning the sky above him, while his sharp teeth filled mouth was incanting spells of protection. He smelled the divine blood of his opponent over the wind. This would be a fight of epic proportions, and the people in the towns under him had no idea that they would soon be eviscerated. He laughed loud, with a twisted tone. He looked down and saw some knights riding out of the city gates, pointed one finger at them and spoke one word. A swarm of lightning streamed from his hand and hit the knights leaving only ashes and gore. Karan'dil screamed loudly as he saw the injustice the tainted was doing. His shout was so loud that everyone in the vicinity looked to the sky. Of course, the people could not see the demigods. However,they sensed something was very wrong. Karan'dil saw Varal'izz for the first time and ended the incantation of a powerful spell that should strip his rival of his protections. They finished their spells at the same time and streaks of holy and evil magic met in the air between them. Vara'lizz laughed insanely as his spell proved to be more powerful and hit the angelblood, stripping him of his spells and leaving stains of dark energy on his breasplate. Neither of them rested after this first onslaught and they started throwing more spells at each other, without either gaining an advantage. Then they both in the same moment unleashed the energies their father had granted them. Varal'izz with an insane laughter, Karan'dil with a highpitched shout. The frightened inhabitants of the towns fell to the ground holding their bleeding ears or vomiting. The laughter was so full of hate, even the strongest warriors fell. Then, it was over and no one knew what happened, they had witnessed something they could not measure. Zishlis the arcane trickster had a vision he was supposed to travel by boat to an unknown island in the deep sea. It was a long journey and the crew was moaning. One night Zishlis knew they had reached the destination. He took the dinghy and rowed to the island with only a few members of the crew. When they saw the shattered corpse of the evil demigod, Zish knew exactly what to do. He told his companions to close their eyes and started to incant a spell, which ended in evil laughter as a stream of dark energy hit the three crewmen and killed them instantly Zish took the armour of the Devil's Son and burned the corpse with a dark fire. Then he turned to the boat where the rest of the crew was waiting and used one of his most powerful spells. There was only the sound of corpses dropping from the ship when it was done. The reanimated crew members were driving the vessel to the Tower of Dark where Zish's master was waiting on his arrival.