|Chapter IIX, Avataria #1|
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Silverstein moved though the battle field. He felt the power that bound him to a hell. The hell of a dark god. A smell caught him, blood arc smelled a vast army of evil beings moving towards a mountain. "We are about to have a fight of our lives. They move towards a mountain."
The Ratava's men' heard him and felt a large power in the northern mountains. "What is that." "That is big." Was the reaction of the troops.