Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 16: Forces from unknown==

Grenn stared. He was powerless to do anything else: He was frozen with fear. The stormtroopers had suddenly evaporated. Stone crumbled under uncontrolled psychic force. His bolt pistol was ground into dust, along with the arm. The armor of the chimera showered sparks and the plating started to lose its shape. The recruits and operators escaped the vehicle, and ran wherever they could. Only one of the two operators and three of the ten recruits got away, the rest wracked in lightning and blue warpfire. The storm emanating from the now floating Georgio grew in size every moment that passed. Georgio's body was constantly destroyed and rebuilt: Every time slightly different. At times, the mutations were obvious, at others, subtle but all the more terrifying at the same time. Dust flew in every direction, filling the air with the stench of burning flesh.

Then, the Daemons manifested. Some appeared out of thin air, as others exploded out of Georgio's body, which recovered almost instantly from the impossible wounds he was inflicted. As their forms became corporeal, some of the weaker ones were destroyed and turned to ash, and some of them rose into air, thrown around by the raging wind. The stronger ones held their ground and laughed at the plight of the mortal, and that of their weaker kin, before starting to circle around the man floating in the middle, blinded by rage and oblivious to the monstrosities that were getting closer. As they were about to reach Georgio, they too, were burned in unholy flames. Grenn noticed a figure behind Georgio, a black shadow with torn cloak, slowly embracing him. Grenn gathered the small amount of courage he had left in him and drew his sword.

The explosion of rage turned into an implosion, as Georgio started to descend: The ash, the dust and shadow stated to be absorbed into his mauled, mutated, impure form. Grenn leaped, using the supernatural wind to give him strength he lacked in the form of speed, as it tore him from his quite regular jump to breakneck speeds towards Georgio. He shoved his sword through Georgio's chest into the shadow that had almost entirely engulfed Georgio. He stood there, as the winds set down. The shadow withdrew, and Grenn pulled his sword out of Georgio, who slumped onto the torn earth.

As Grenn prepared to behead Georgio, he heard rustling from behind him. He turned, ready to strike with his sword, to see the cloaked shadow there...

"Welcome... To my kingdom."

Grenn swung his sword, which went into its neck.

"Return to the hell you came from, daemon", he growled. The shadow stepped closer, through Grenn's hand.

"Not daemon... King. And my kingdom calls for you" it said. Grenn tried to pull his hand away from the creature, but all that emerged from the rags and tatters was stone.