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Morte shuddered, "Let's go, chief."
I gave him a nod, and walked away.
The pillar's furious heads began to howl and bellow out across the planes.
The very ground beneath us shook as the thundering cacophony rang
through the whole of Avernus, the shrill chorus of countless sinners. They
rattled the stones, blasted the dead air, stirred the bleak red sky into a
storm. Their fury called all the hordes of evil upon us.
We covered our ears, nearly blinded and deafened by their terrifying song,
and fled back into the blasted lands of Baator.
Chapter 104
We loped through the blasted valleys of Baator with the shrieks of the
damned behind us, but they were muted by the troubles that lay even more
distant in the past. A ringing horror sent shudders through my chest, the
kind that resonates when a niggling doubt blooms into full, terrible
realization. It was much like leaving a fire unattended when leaving the
house, only to realize partway through your day that the hut you left
behind, an hour's walk away, may now be a pile of smoldering ash.
The race back seemed to take twice as long, each step lengthened with that
sense of panic, each moment stretched thin with the tension that gripped
me.
Lured by the scent of tanar'i blood, they came in a horde of fangs and claws.
Thinking they were facing a Blood War invasion, the cornugon and his
abishai lackeys expected a concomitant amount of brutality.
We didn't disappoint them, with me choosing to vent my frustration on the
field of battle.
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