The battle raged on, and as the party watched Old Thane one-sidedly slaughter the Fire Giants that previously had seemed like such a massive, uneatable wall of a threat to them, they could only wonder at the might of what was once one of the mightiest adventurers throughout Soleil, a decorated hero of a Darkening, and the strength of a five hundred plus year old demon.
"If a demon is that powerful, what hope have we of defeating them? How did we ever manage to do so in the past Darkenings?" said Mercer as he let his twin wooden daggers hang limp by his sides.
"Because we had the gods by our side," said Mason.
"Incorrect," said Asala. "Only in the First and Second Darkenings didst the gods truly stand strong against the demons. Since then, it is not gods that have saved thee. Saved us all.
It hath been heroes. This is why I adore the nature of epics as tales. They telleth of heroes. Of how they are created."
