This, it occurs to them, must be because they have never encountered celestial energy such as this before.
It is a peculiar feeling.
The pain feels exactly as a holy weapon ought to, tempered and branded in searing metaphysical fire. Yet there is Hellfire, dark, hollow, persistent, ridging the impact of many piercing divine swordlike limbs.
This will not deter them.
On the contrary, it makes them angry.
Illyria roars their displeasure, whips appendages and darkened eldritch energy to surge directly back at the blazing thing. They meet in aberrant harmony, crackling oscillation, humming thickly and full of cold-bright-hot. Two substances opposed.
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This, it occurs to them, must be because they have never encountered celestial energy such as this before.
It is a peculiar feeling.
The pain feels exactly as a holy weapon ought to, tempered and branded in searing metaphysical fire. Yet there is Hellfire, dark, hollow, persistent, ridging the impact of many piercing divine swordlike limbs.
This will not deter them.
On the contrary, it makes them angry.
Illyria roars their displeasure, whips appendages and darkened eldritch energy to surge directly back at the blazing thing. They meet in aberrant harmony, crackling oscillation, humming thickly and full of cold-bright-hot. Two substances opposed.
The battlefield floods with dichotomous light.