Eight Gods on a Windowsill

Gods are such fickle undeserving creatures blessed with unfathomable power with which they use to create chaos and discord instead of harmony. The thought entered my mind as I looked on at the enormous eldritch dragon before me. I no longer had enough stamina to continue fighting. Anything more would cause me to go into a deficit, like before. I didn't want to risk that again.

I eyed my surroundings once more. Scarra was unique. Two natural moons circled overhead, even visible in the daylight. Brutalist architecture scattered the landscape, decaying and crumbling amongst the grey-black dirt that reminded me of Yog Thalthos' ash. It was almost volcanic in nature. Baen and Campbell were collapsed on the floor, sitting in the dirt, their hands supporting their weight, heaving breaths so ragged that I was very sure A'grappa would focus on them. Abryi was unconscious. Hina, Silas, and Kratos looked after him. Kerberos guarded Baen and Campbell. My father, Rammel, didn't even look so good. His eyes were wide with shock. His barrier was wavering, being assaulted by the constant flux of pressure emitted from A'grappa. Not even, I had the strength left to fight.

"We have to retreat." Rammel said. "I should have never brought you here."

Finally taking some accountability, I see. I said to myself. As I watched his Scarrin attendants brace themselves for whatever might come. "Don't think for a second that A'grappa will just let us leave." I struggled to stay standing.

A'grappa glared at us all with his many eyes. I could see the wheels in his head thinking about how he wanted to trick us into falling for one big attack. He really was all brawn and no brains. Except, the brawn he had, we couldn't even begin to compare.

"That's why we've come." A shrill hoot came from behind me.

"Sethyr." I could hear Rammel say. "I thought you didn't agree with my methods. Why would you come to help us?"

Sorem appeared by Campbell and Baen. Yrh'danyr also manifested by Abryi. I was just as confused and curious as my father. None of this made any sense. We had just gotten through fighting against them.

"I have many questions for you, Rammel. Questions that cannot be answered if you're dead." Sethyr cooed. "Let's just focus on getting somewhere safer, for now. We can quibble about what our intentions are then."

"As if I would let you insignificant and ungrateful offspring do such a thing." A'grappa hissed. He opened his mouth and let out flames of rot and decay, blacker than the Flames of Hered that Abryi could call upon. When the flames washed over everything, they were gone. "Finally, I can go back to sleep and gather more power." A'grappa reverted to his previous form and walked back the way he had come.