A golden radiance defiled the demon’s lair—sacred brilliance trespassing upon unholy ground.
There he stood—tall, resolute, a living monument of defiance clad in divine light, daring the abyss to blink first.
The answer came, deep and resonant, like thunder rolling across ancient stone into Jareth's mind:
"Vigil."
In that breathless instant, the air itself bowed in reverence. Spirit and summoner—bound not just by magic, but by unspoken purpose—moved as one.
Then came the inferno.
Not just a fireball—no, something far worse. Hate-fueled calamity unleashed from the pit. Yet Vigil surged forward, unflinching.
He met flame with valor and conviction—shield raised high, crashing through the heat with a defiant roar. The blast struck, wreathed the knight in fire—but it did not touch him. It parted around him like waves against a rock, his shield glowing, punished, but unyielding.
Behind him, Jareth gritted his teeth, fingers clenched tight around his staff. He held the arcane threads together with every shred of focus he could summon. The shield, the enchantments, the bond—every flicker of mana coursing through him, he poured into the fight like lifeblood.
He would not let it falter.
“Buy me a heartbeat, Jareth." Gabe instructed.
Then, the second command rang out—clear, resonant, absolute:
And the knight obeyed.
From Vigil—a warrior's cry. The kind of sound that made the very walls flinch. With a thundering stride, he closed the distance, sabatons cracking stone, shield raised like a crescent moon forged in heaven’s wrath. He slammed into the demon, with elegance, and with the full, crushing weight of judgment incarnate.
Vigil pressed in—unyielding, precise. He drove the shield into its chest, hoping to stagger the creature.
@Ivy
There he stood—tall, resolute, a living monument of defiance clad in divine light, daring the abyss to blink first.
Your name,Jareth demanded, voice sharp with reverence and command, the irises in his eyes aglow—still tethered to the spirit he had conjured from beyond.
Speak it, champion.
The answer came, deep and resonant, like thunder rolling across ancient stone into Jareth's mind:
"Vigil."
In that breathless instant, the air itself bowed in reverence. Spirit and summoner—bound not just by magic, but by unspoken purpose—moved as one.
Then came the inferno.
Not just a fireball—no, something far worse. Hate-fueled calamity unleashed from the pit. Yet Vigil surged forward, unflinching.
He met flame with valor and conviction—shield raised high, crashing through the heat with a defiant roar. The blast struck, wreathed the knight in fire—but it did not touch him. It parted around him like waves against a rock, his shield glowing, punished, but unyielding.
Behind him, Jareth gritted his teeth, fingers clenched tight around his staff. He held the arcane threads together with every shred of focus he could summon. The shield, the enchantments, the bond—every flicker of mana coursing through him, he poured into the fight like lifeblood.
He would not let it falter.
“Buy me a heartbeat, Jareth." Gabe instructed.
Guess that means he has a plan,Jareth whispered, his voice tight with concern.
Then, the second command rang out—clear, resonant, absolute:
Vigil! Hold it down!
And the knight obeyed.
From Vigil—a warrior's cry. The kind of sound that made the very walls flinch. With a thundering stride, he closed the distance, sabatons cracking stone, shield raised like a crescent moon forged in heaven’s wrath. He slammed into the demon, with elegance, and with the full, crushing weight of judgment incarnate.
Vigil pressed in—unyielding, precise. He drove the shield into its chest, hoping to stagger the creature.
@Ivy
07-03-2025, 02:39 AM
