"Ugh!" One wing of the Fate Weaver was shattered in the explosion, and it had lost its ability to fly. It was barely supporting itself upright with the Witchcraft Staff, shrieking loudly and powerlessly, angrily cursing the despicable and shamelessness of these order races, and berating the damned Nurgle and its subordinate Nurgle Demon Army for their untimeliness.
It was losing this war.
In the east, Laine, enveloped entirely in silver flames, rode the giant Griffin Empress and charged all the way. All the Tzeentch demons in his path fled in panic; the enemies attempting to block the Lake Fairy Chosen Champion had been completely swept away, and the Griffin's claws tore and crushed the Tzeentch demons, charging directly at Carlos.
