A Brief Preview of What's to Come

BILLOWING WERE THE STACKS of smoke that arose in the streets of the city where Tiffes, Katphiera and Olyv had made their homes. Red was the sky and black the clouds that hovered like devils over the scorched ground. Tiffes found himself engaged in a struggle against the Synthoid, a creature that bore the vague likeness of a Man, but made of abominable materials engineered by a brutal concoction of magic and science. And though it may appear on the surface to be human, his struggle was not against flesh and blood.


       Presently, he found himself pinned beneath the massive weight of the creature, its caustic saliva-esque secretions oozing between its steel teeth and burning holes in Tiffes's shirt. He pushed against it with all his might, gritting his teeth and straining his muscles to push the beast off of himself. He succeeded and scurried to his feet, panting and gasping for breath, his back covered in dust and his front singed and stained with blood and sweat. The Synthoid cracked its neck and smiled. It was ghastly white with silvery steel teeth and a tall slender body. Its left arm was out of socket and twisted and broken. It twisted it effortlessly back into place. Tiffes readied himself.


       To his right, he saw his staff, a rod of iron and gold studded with emeralds and a green orb floating at the top end. It was about six paces away, having been knocked away by the Synthoid when it first surprised Tiffes a few moments earlier. He darted for it, but the Synthoid was very fast and its reach far exceeded Tiffes's. His arm was caught and held captive by the creature's long, skinny metal fingers, their grip tightening around his wrist until blood erupted from his skin and a cry of deep pain escaped his lips as he was jerked back to the ground with a violent jolt. His arm was done.

       The Synthoid lifted its leg back to kick Tiffes squarely in the jaw. Its razor sharp foot sailed through the air with enough force to break a tree clean in two. Tiffes rolled, narrowly escaping the razor's edge, suffering only the smallest slice into his jaw and grabbed his scepter. And then, clinching it and shutting his eyes, he shouted: "SELITOR!!!" And in a blinding flash of white light ...

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