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giant. With every swing, his attacks were becoming more and more powerful, until he had managed to hack off one of the giant beast’s claws.
The Archfiend now raised its arms and threw them down with an incomparable strength and anger. A shockwave erupted up from the ground, knocking War, Pestilence, and Famine more than fifty meters away. They stood up, for the most part uninjured, and faintly smirked at the fact that Death was going unnoticed in his climb up the beast. A wall of fire quickly enshrouded the evil entity, however, and the view was obstructed. Nothing was allowed to pass the inferno. Quite unluckily, Death was inside, clinging on to the back of the incarnate of evil.
Death could no longer climb. The movement of the being below him was too incapacitating. He was stuck at the back of the Archfiend’s neck. He rested, gaining back his strength. Death knew he needed it. After another minute or so, he was ready to try again. He now had a scheme for defeating this evil. He removed one of his hands from the sickle, and withdrew his Holy Sigil from his cloak pocket. He plunged the sharpened talisman deep into the tissue of the Archfiend, and was thrown off in a surge of agony. Death clutched his sickle again and threw the blade into the back skin of the demon. He stopped momentarily before the skin itself began to tear, and he rode the sickle down as it split the blazing flesh.
By the time he had reached the ground, the flames that surrounded him earlier were now quenched due to the suffering of the Archfiend. He saw his fellow warriors and sprinted toward them. The evil monstrosity fell to its knees, attempting to remove the sigil that had been implanted behind his head. A long, ragged cut was visible along his backside and down his left leg, oozing molten blood from within it. The sigil was apparently causing extreme agony, so the large demon headed over to one of the circles, trying to help is weakening regeneration efforts. It was, however, of little use. The other four horsemen were each occupying a circle, leaving but one for the Archfiend. As he stepped into the circle, it rejected his evil, for the majority of the pattern was now an alignment of good. A wind picked up until a ferocious cyclone of debris was twisting the demon. As the air grew colder, Death, War, Pestilence, and Famine pressed down against the ground and waited for the inevitable. A roar could be defined in the distance through all the chaos. As it neared, the beast feverishly tried to escape the tempestuous barrier, but could not move from his position.
The shockwave hit the Archfiend with such force that it belittled the one that swept through there a few weeks previous. The molten skin that had once draped the evil being was now frozen solid, as was the rest of its hellish body. It became an icy sentinel of this now good land, and was never to inflict its harm, fear, and trickery upon others. A second shockwave could now be heard from above. The horsemen quickly mounted their frightened horses and fled into the night. As the massive force hit, it shattered the millions of tons of ice that now composed the body of the Archfiend. The towering statue shattered into innumerable pieces, disseminating over the decayed land.
The ice melted quickly on the scorched ground, saturating the dirt once again, and allowing life to exist here other than the few ashen plants. The Embodiment was forever extinguished, but the evil itself would always dwell the earth.
4: Eternity
The following day, a messaged boomed through the earth and heavens. “This trial was passed well. We shall soon be prepared for the Final Conflict.”