[ As she looks on, the golden dragon falls upon Osial's various heads, claws leaving brilliant brands on the water demon's form. The tentacles try to reform around the dragon's body - Osial is made of water, after all - almost succeeding in enveloping the dragon completely, but the same golden light pulses from Morax's form and repels Osial's advance.
The two gods attempt to wrestle each other into submission on the open ocean. Neither seems about to best the other, and some of the soldiers too begin to stop fighting and look on. As if in response, the thundering storm begins to part - if only because the clouds give way to incandescent crimson and the caustic glow of falling meteors.
Stone spears and stellar shrapnel alike begin to rain down amidst the howling winds. Their sheer numbers begin to bog Osial down - water is not compressible, after all. Slowly, the Overlord of the Vortex begins to sink beneath the waves under the weight of all that rock. It seems the sea level itself is beginning to rise... ]
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The two gods attempt to wrestle each other into submission on the open ocean. Neither seems about to best the other, and some of the soldiers too begin to stop fighting and look on. As if in response, the thundering storm begins to part - if only because the clouds give way to incandescent crimson and the caustic glow of falling meteors.
Stone spears and stellar shrapnel alike begin to rain down amidst the howling winds. Their sheer numbers begin to bog Osial down - water is not compressible, after all. Slowly, the Overlord of the Vortex begins to sink beneath the waves under the weight of all that rock. It seems the sea level itself is beginning to rise... ]