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Miburo
Just as swiftly as it had come into being, the sphere began to vanish, the spines retracting themselves from the Nobles body. The Nevadians hair unraveled from around him, shrinking back to its traditional length.
The Nevadian barely spared a glance at the slain Noble, apathetically watching his body begin it's long descent.
Breathing heavily, the Nevadian let out a sigh of relief between breaths.
That was a close one....
Held scanned his surroundings, intent on avoiding another surprise. There was little time to waste, as for all he knew, yet more foes would rush forward to intercept him.
The Gold and Silver spears were gripped tight, as the spiraling power of purification hummed loudly above them.
The Nevadian peered into the soul of the Threshling planet, seeing both the life stream, and the corruption of Auroc's taint within it. A deadly disease required a potent cure.
SPIRALING......
He reared back his hands, pointing the tips of the blades towards the earth below.
Horn......
The spheres rotated at a feverish pace, a high pitched whining as to beg--nay, plead--for release as he prepared himself, forcing himself to go just a tad further.
A moment passed, and he knew he could go no further, the burning white of the attack so intense as to force even him to look away slightly.
PURIFICATION!
He thrust forth his arms, and a beam of energy as wide as The Nevadian himself shot forth from each spear, twisting, turning, drilling through the air.
The Nevadian brought the spears closer together, and the beams crossed, easily tripling in size, a massive spiral beam boring into Reshlan.
Soon it would reach the heart of the world where Auroc's power lay, and soon it would seek to rend that wicked strength asunder with the power of it's light.