A lengthy stumble from the desert onward ensued. Finally reaching the cool of the mountains, a tiresome hike upwards dragged

onwards.

There must be some weakness he has." Trigon asked. The wiry henchman dwelling in the shadowy crevice replied with "I would recommend searching for one if you don't know about one already, Sire.'.

"Aha!" Trigon exlaimed. He is learning supernatural abilities, if we took that from him...

Atop a snowy peak, Alex fought the bitter wind and cold and began climbing downwards. As he lowered his foot, a sarp stab truck his scalp. Writhing and grunting with pain, Alex tore what felt like a huge beetle from the back of his head, and hurtled it into a nearby cliffside. the crature's body thudded against the snow and fell in a small avalanche. before he could continue he heard the sound of a huge swarm apporaching him. His adrenaline flowed and he reflexively summoned a fiery magical blast. But nothing happened. huge pincers pierced his muscles and Alex screamed at the top of his lungs, and he almost lost his grip on the mountainside. raven saw this, and, filled with blind rage, called a furious magical attack against the pale greenish-blue beetles. But She could not. One of the fiendish things bit her arm, draining her magical abilities. She fell, and steered ehrself in the air to the mountainside, crushing the beetle against it. Raven turned her head, witnessing similar scenarios all around her. She heard Alex's voice, unfazed, ordering: "CHARGE!". Alex turned his head and arm towards an apporaching beetle and grabbed one of hits pincers, pulling furiously until it snapped off. The creature's wings stopped and it dropped out from sight. More of the creatures emerged, smearing the pale sky like a strange disease. Raven and the others repeated Alex's actions and soon the legion began crawling down th e mountainside. Stepping across the bodies of their foes, they struggled to the next mountainside ahead of them and onwards. Alex never knew one could sweat so much in such cold.