Vincentius planted the Domina Sophia atop a blood-sculpted platform, which rose to the sky with a mere thought.
"Thy blessing gleams and corrupts, graces and enthralls, for we are all children of the fickle and the dark."
As he incanted those words in Olden Sethiae, Lollia's figure flickered next to him with her spiked mace. She struck past his hurried defense with inhuman dexterity, moving her weapon from one hand to another without losing momentum or precision.
The impact hit Vincentius on the side, breaking a few of his ribs and sending him flying toward the Feathered Horror, whose flesh-carved wings fluttered in his direction. They spread a tide of miasma in black-tinged winds, infecting every lifeform they touched with terrible ailments and diseases.