928 Mouth of the Bleeding Hells (Part Two)

For Tycondrius to get to Wroe, he needed a suitable distraction. 

Glancing away, he identified a group of over 100 in a reasonably compact area. 

For them, he burnt his most powerful large-scale Spell scroll. 

"Dark Angel of the Four Winds," Tycon chanted, "Send thy ⌈Abyssal Rains⌋."

"...I beseech thee," He added. 

In response, a loud... 'evil' voice resounded painfully in Tycon's head. 

⊰ HE  ⊱

⊰ WHO BEARS ⊱

⊰ THE MARK ⊱

⊰ OF PRIDE? ⊱

How, in particular, it sounded evil... he could not explain. 

But it was. 

⊰ WHO ⊱ 

⊰ THE FUCK ⊱

⊰ ARE YOU ⊱

⊰ TO SUMMON ⊱

⊰ M E ? ? ! ! ! ? ? ⊱

"A friend of Hades," Tycon groaned. "And apparently, the enemy of a god with the domains nature and birth."

⊰ OH . . . ⊱ 

⊰ VERY . . . ⊱ 

⊰ WELL . . . ⊱ 

And with that, the angry, evil voice was mollified.