Snowtalon: Sacred World, Part VII
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He turned around as his robes billowed in the onrushing wind of the portal, facing the end of the Redeeming Room. His expression stony-faced and completely hardened against any kind of emotional reaction, The Judicator was corrupted long before Tharne's hostile takeover, but now his body was corrupted. His horns had twisted into a demonic shape and he carried skulls of varying origin - some resembling human, some Tralonian, others resembling that of other species. However, that was not the most terrible thing of them all.
Horrors started to pour from the portal, a direct conduit from realspace and into the Qliphothic reality. Wielding scythes on their hands, daemonic chains, vicious claws, the Lovecraftian horrors poured through the portal and so did various imps, their wings beating rhythmically. Worst of all was the head of the band of horrific entities which had just entered their reality - a Nightmare Demolisher. With four, powerful arms and an impossibly muscular body with a gnashing mouth which took up almost the entirety of its head, which drooled viscous, putrid saliva from its maw.
The Judicator held a black crystal in his hands with purple cracks running through it. He gazed upon it for a brief second before at Skarius and his crew, before slinging a finger forward and uttering only a sentence.
"Let the feasting begin."
Snow brought his wristpad up and called into it while Mesira, Varulfr and Armory destroyed the reinforced glass with a combined effort of claw scratches, magic blasts and good old fashioned bullets, leaping down into the room itself. The Redeemer laid disassembled, courtesy of The Judicator.
"Rebecca, Lelianna, Sasha! You three continue the search for Drozala and the others! We'll hold The Judicator off!"