Sol thought that they would be able to meet the Wyrms near Central Equestria. But one of the Wyrms, it seemed, was more eager to meet with them than she had expected, and retraced its own path of destruction to intercept the army emerging from the mountain cliffs.
Titan was the first to feel the Wyrm's approach, and he was barely able to shout a warning before the creature attacked, without warning or hesitation. The terrible beast plowed its way into the front of their army, smashing both the living and the dead scattering like toys as it forced their marching column back into the chasm they had just begun to emerge from. But there was no meaningful strategy, no thought-out tactics in its attack: it was only by cruel coincidence that this laughing, murderous Wyrm had caught them at the last possible moment in time it could most effectively ambush them.
The creature tore forwards through their ranks, and soldiers panicked even as Sol roared orders; the living dead of Veliuona, however, were quick to move into position at only a single whistle from their goddess, forging forwards against the brutal strength of the Wyrm, refusing to relent even beneath its hellish breath and its fearsome claws and jaws.
But as Sol withdrew her forces and moved forwards with her siblings, the monster began to chant its terrible Black Verses, and not even their loyalty to their cursed mistress could stop Veliuona's hordes from breaking and bolting in fear and terror. But now, with their protective helms upon their heads and their wills focused against their foe, Sol was able to lead an attack directly against the mocking creature, using magic and stone to strike with ferocity into its throat and silence its miserable melody.
While the Tyrant Wyrm was far from slain, even as its head was almost severed from its shoulders, the Black Verses were halted, and the creature itself became almost confused for a moment, as if it could not comprehend that its terrible singing had been stopped. A second later, it began to rage... but Titan's strength and Morgan's magic propelled another great stone into the beast, smashing it with such force that its heavy breast was cracked like an egg to reveal its strange and pulsating core, and the Tyrant Wyrm gave a strangled sound that was furious around the shale buried through its throat... and not afraid, no, but as if the creature had realized that it had underestimated its foes.
Veliuona and her dark magicians dealt the fatal blow, before Sol could summon up her magic: although the creature was of black scale, with its hideous, heart-eye revealed, their dark magic was able to pierce the core of the beast, burning away its very spirit as it destroyed the heart of the monster. The Tyrant Wyrm howled, vomiting one last burst of hate from its jaws before it collapsed beneath the weight of its own, already-rotting corpse.
So went the first battle: rough and fast and unexpected, with errors and foolishness on both sides, neither prepared for the bloodshed that came. The skirmish was nothing but five minutes of hell and fatal errors, that forced both darkness and light to fight side-by-unwilling-side against a creature of the deepest abyss. And it was nothing more than a taste of what was yet to come.
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