Chapter 243 The troops arrive (1/2)

Nineteen of the Ancients rose during the Cataclysm, The Rending. They were nurtured in the heart of this world, the oldest beings of the Dungeon, they were old long before the Dungeon broke the surface. In darkness they had battled whilst the people of the surface were taking the first steps on the path to civilisation.

Their power was overwhelming. None could stand before them, when they moved, cities fell, nations crumbled and people died. Like immutable law they were heedless of the plight of mortals, more akin to the forces of nature than creatures.

We record their sacred names here, that future generations might fear and venerate them as they deserve.

Yarrum the Eternal Worm.

Theorazzn of the Decaying World.

Syssernix the Dark Spear.

Morribolg of the Fetid Earth.

Carriflare the h.e.l.l Flame.

Rigorite the Mountain Breaker.

Tarriflyx the Hunger.

Arconidem the Demon G.o.d.

Zothoth who Feasts on Sanity.

Torra the Dread Dog.

Gon the Sightless Freak.

Yolesh the Ever Dying.

Lerrewyn the Grasping Tree.

Horgran the Butcher.

Perrianon of Blood.

Kygar the Storm Bringer.

Ruminominex Shaper of Earth.

Braxxin who Froze the Sky.

Odren the Father of Monsters.

Excerpt from 'The G.o.ds of Rending' in the imperial Library of Shuth, Author unknown.

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Despite my misgivings about the current situation, I can see that Crinis is having a field day. I've been steadily making my way towards the area my two pets are active, trying together knots of monsters and hitting the occasional heavy hitter with a pair of gravity bolts, effectively locking them down for a period of time.

When I finally get a view of Crinis, she is merrily carving away at the monsters around her, rending them, twisting them apart, throwing them into her unending maw of eldritch terror and in general thres.h.i.+ng the wheat that these monsters are to her. Only when something larger and more powerful approaches does she have any difficulty.

As I approach, a mighty looking Lion Ogre charged at her, its heavy feet thundering into the ground as the powerfully built creature reached out with its clawed hands.

[Watch out, Crinis!] I shout.