The market

[Maero]

Zane was bloodied and broken almost as much as Mickal was being, and coughed up some blood. What was left of him had shattered upon impact with the wall, and his black skin was darker than normal due to internal injuries and horrible wounds. He looked up slightly at D when he came to his side and could offer only a regretful expression. He tried to say something, but his attempt only forced blood out of his overflowing lungs, which had been punctured by his broken ribs, depriving him of his ability to breath. Im going to die...Im actually...going to die... His thoughts were sad and full of regret. He had come to save his sister...but all he had done was cause her pain. Zane's soul tried desperately to remain, but he was fading fast.

On the other side of the room, Mickal was being beat into a bloody pulp, and yet he continued to attempt a counter assualt, even as his body failed him. Finally he fell to the ground, little more than a stain with a face. He growled and then laughed and then hissed. "I hate you...so much...brother." He gasped. "I had hoped...to save this...for...you..." Mickal hacked up what looked like an organ of some sort and smiled disturbingly. Suddenly, the room was filled with a dreadful energy, a terrible core magic, one that mortal could not posses, one that gods did not exercise. A seal of the Apocalypse had been triggered, somehow, even though Mickal was not a seal bearer.

The black energies filled the room and swallowed them all up. Cold began to permeate the stones and if D did not do something fast, he and Zane would freeze before Zane could even fully die. The broken, splattered remained of Mickal were suddenly swept up on a sea of shadows and stood up suddenly as an unnatural and unholy manifestation of what could only be explained as the joining of Mickals discombobulated body parts and pure obsidian evil. His new form arose, more terrifying and powerful than his last.

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As Alex entered Arkurus's tower, he would feel the all consuming force of the seal of malice, one of the two seals to the Apocalypse. But he would not feel it emanating from the dungeon...but instead from within the towers depths. It was like an overpowering smell, it blocked all else out, and the walls began to freeze with its presence. No doubt whatever was creating this horrible nether energy was in no way helping their cause, this Alex would feel.