The Dark Magi (Part 8, page 3 of 35)


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Part 8

Like the frenetic writhings of a great black snake, the Dark Magi’s Imperial Army came hurtling down the narrow trail towards the barrier, serrated, black iron scimitars flailing like the rabid, snarling jaws of some great gangrel animal bred to a single purpose- to rend and to kill.

Father Adrian’s eyes widened as the ground tilted at their feet, sending the first wave tumbling into pits of sharpened stakes. The Imperial Army came on, relentless, heedless, choking the pits with dead until those following were wading through the writhing limbs of the maimed and dying. They reached and began climbing the barbaric wall of sharpened stakes-

It took Father Adrian a moment to realise the reason their progress was halted. The entire pile of stakes seemed to be covered in grease! The men slipped and fell under the driving feet of their fellows, who used the hapless fallen as a platform from which to attempt their own ascent . . .

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