Unbound

The voice of the gods crashed like thunder, and the Stormwardens appeared within the dark Tempest. Their limbs were like shadows, even after breaking through the stormwall, and slick darkness stretched up over their extremities as they thrashed the clouds to ribbons, as if they were fighting some invisible force. Their halo of lightning flickered between blue-white and a sickly bloody red.

"Oh no," Pit said, backing up. "We gotta get out of here, now."

With a deep scream, the Stormwarden fell back into the clouds.

"No!" Ondine shouted, reaching for the colossal beasts.

You Were Never Safe From Us, Unbound. Your Peace Was Always Rented, And Now Your Reckoning Is Due.

Shadowbeasts by the dozen burst through the tainted storm. They were immense, twisted apes with spiked clubs for arms and thorned tentacles upon their backs, and obscenely long serpents crossed with some sort of segmented bug. They tore through the cloud, huge as Manaships, accompanied by thousands of their miniature spawn.

"Princess, go for the Sanctuary!" the nearest wyvern bellowed before taking to the air, followed by dozens of his fellows.

"Protect the princess!" Rakia shouted at Scylla and Pit. "Come!"

She grabbed Ondine's hand and led her away, her sightless gaze no impediment to her sure steps. They flew off, Pit and Scylla following quickly after.