Now is the hour of our victory! Bring forth the sacrifice! A loud deep voice echoed trough the ruins and Mahanon felt how a cold shudder went down his back. The voice sounded strange, twisted somehow. A few minutes ago they had entered the leftovers of the Temple of sacred Ashes. Leliana had joined them with her group of archers a few seconds later. Now they were walking over a large crumbling way down to the center of the explosion and also to the origin of the Breach. Like a heartbeat pulsed the magic in the molten stones around the Temple. From time to time green light , leftovers from the insane amount of magic which had caused the explosion and also the breach, could be seen moving trough the stones. With the magic came also a great heat. Mahanon was sweating and from the looks of Solas and Varric wasn't he the only one. He could only guess how Cassandra was feeling in her thick armor. He knew a spell which could cool them down, but he had choose not not to do so. He would need every drop of his magic in a fight. To be true Mahanon was exhausted. The strange green Mark in his hand thobbed with pain and was eating on his magic. It was fighting against him and his magic like a trapped animal. Mahanon clenched his left hand into a fist,as the pain intensified for a moment. They passed some red lyrium and Mahanon and Solas exchanged a quick look. Both mages felt sick near it. They passed it in rushed steps and then the voice echoed again in their ears. Keep the sacrifice still!
Someone!Help me! a female voice called for help. The voice sounded familiar to Mahanon but as he tried to remember he felt a headache. He didn't remember anything of what had happened.
That is divine Justinias voice! Cassandra yelled and sprinted downstairs to the centre of the crater.
The large Pridedemon came out of the rift with a cruel laugh a few moments later. Mahanon had opened the sealed rift of the breach to close it properly. Solas had been right, as soon as the rift was opened demons would come forth. Leliana and her archers fired arrow after arrow on the beast but it shrugged them off. Solas and Mahanon were standing back and struck it with ice, while Cassandra slashed at the legs with her sword. Varric fired Bianca and after a few moments they're effort was showing effect. The demon roared in pain as Cassandra managed to deal a deep cut on its left leg and severed some muscle there. Varric let loose a poisoned bolt into the fresh wound and the demon moved on his knee. It grolled loud and slashed his long claws at Cassandra. More demons came out of the rift. Thankfully no other Pridedemons but shades and also a rage demon.
Fenedis lasa Came from Solas and Mahanon agreed with him. Both mages called on their magic and frozed the burning rage demon. A soldier shattered it with his sword. Then both elfes turned to the Pridedemon once again. Mahanon fadestepped out of the way from a lightning blast it had casted. He reappared next to the rift and lifted his left hand to disrupt the magic of the rift. In doing so he would weaken the demons a little more. From the corner of his eye he could see how a greater shade came out from the rift. It started to attack him immediately. Mahanon let out a curse and let his reflexes take over. He let himself fall backwards and brought his right feet up. He kicked it into the soft flesh of the demon. The demon grunted as the feet hit it in the upper part of its body and then shrieked as it started to burn. Mahanon had rolled away and had casted a fireglyph on the ground. He came to his feet and felt a sharp pain in his back. Large claws were pressing against the barrier around him. The mark in his hand suddenly flared up and great pain shooted up his arm. His nerves felt like they where freezing and burning at the same time. He felt his concentration waver and felt how the barrier around him weakened. Thick claws shattered the barrier and were cutting in his back and seversd his armor. Mahanon gasped in pain and felt hot blood on his back. A battle cry from a soldier came from the left and then a shriek. Mahanon vision was blurry but he could make out that the Pridedemon was greatly wounded. Once more he lifted his thobbing burning hand to the rift. The rift resisted him. It was fighting his command to close. He used every drop of strength he had left, but it was not enough. Suddenly everything went dark and there was blissfull nothingness. The last thing he felt was that someone catches him and then nothing more.