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She felt him arrive almost immediately. It made bile rise up in her throat and she gagged on it as he descended upon her.
"Hello Vela." he growled in a thick Drekorian accent.
He was a massive beast, even by dragon standards, standing over 34 feet tall, all black sinew and scale, and he absolutely reeked of evil. Yes, he was more than tainted by Tenebrae and belonged more on Bludloc with the Shadul then he did here on Dreckor.
"Skul'ka" she nodded up at him, trying and failing miserably to cloak her fear. She had known one day that she would have to face him again, but why now, when she was so illy prepared and nearly drained of mageic? The Ophir and Teneb were always in conflict, as was their way, but it was time for it to come to a head and for the balance to be restored once again, in this, the 19th Mageic War. This was only the beginning.
