Pixies veiled in blood. The darkness had taken a demonic instrument, blowing into it, summoning its masters to come. The clouds held a reed and let the wind rush through its keys. Yet outside of the bubble, many of the slaved dwarves were fighting to make sure their kinds crossed the gate. But they got locked again as Lug lift a finger.
Shackles wiggles, moved forward, and toiled them. Some had laid on the red soil, motionless and mute. Their souls moved to heaven to be free of slavery.
In the meantime, chains grew on the platform and caught the pixie king and his queen. The chains wove them to there. They struggled to free themselves but it didn't work as long as the demon's master was alive. Lug took their spears off to avoid them from the extra useless effort.
"I see that worms wiggled out of their shield." His tone was low but a tinge of fury was flaring out of it.
