While everyone was on horseback Raven spoke to Alex, reminding him "The new set of rings of Azar must match eight in number, forged in silver and blue topaz from the Aurora plains. Only this is enough to hold back is new power.
The oracles have shown is this. The ancient lores of Azeroth bear fortunate magic to withold the blows of an enemy, so far as you can undesrtantd them. Before long, we shall rest and you shall learn of them.".
before Raven had finished speaking, the world became gray as a vast wind overcame the land Out formt eh sands emerged soemthing like anenourmous statue, the face of a monster your worst nightmares could only begin to suggest, it's face surounded by a layer of glowing, dark red orbs and an armada of winged devils.
S'peak!" Raven shouted, "The words, Azahalasegti pidev!".
Alex screamded the words and the winged fiends were pushed away as Alex sprugn onto one fo the orbs, before leaping backwards with sharp agony. He lept again, onto a different orb, his katana at the ready, when he foudn this orb harmed him not.
Calculating furiously, he lept along a spinning path of the now circling orbs onto the face of the obscenity. Striking it with his katana, he leapt past at is cracked and slwoly crumbled into the wind.
Colour returned to the world, has everyone sat, planning and walking on.
