Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20151030164455/@comment-25932172-20160119000547

The air was bitter. Arxus couldn't really move anymore to lend his aid, so he just stayed, leaned against a monolith with carvings depicting Hive Gods. There would always be another one, he though to himself. There would always be another challenge to overcome. The process in which Grim took to repair the Titan's wounds was slow; Light-based particles were pulled around, helping to heal broken flesh and mend broken bones. It wasn't going to be the best of jobs, but it would suffice until their departure. But suddenly, even being on the surface, the ground shook.

A large object fell from the heavens, nearly impaling Arxus if he hadn't moved just in time. Rolling off to the right, a blade cleaved right through his former resting spot. A large weapon jutted out from the wall now; Enxor's scythe. He had thrown it to the sky just before his death, but for what purpose? The scythe briefly gleemed with an unhealthy glow of green, before that too died out. Nothing remained of the God, not even the power from which he held. The power to bring one's greatest fears to life. The scythe crumbled, but out popped a handful of crystals, not much different from those that caused the nightmares.

Arxus was too much in shock to notice. He huffed and collapsed onto his back, having cheated death for the 3rd time today.