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Nature Abhors a Vacuum

Once they reached the next large chamber, Aiden raised his arm to stop the others
and unfurled a scroll. The warriors turned at the sounds of their footsteps and quickly
readied their weapons. They never had the chance to use them.
Aiden began reading the scroll, and was just about to raise his other arm to point at
the group when Sayana let out a cry of alarm. She was too late to stop him however, and
the incantation was completed a heartbeat later.
A massive ball of fire materialised in front of him and shot towards the assembled
warriors. It detonated in the centre of their group, shaking the very foundations of the
tunnels and blasting Aiden and his companions off their feet with a wave of fire. The
effect upon the akorans was far more pronounced, sending charred bodies crashing
against the walls as the force of the blast shattered bones and ended lives.
Aiden picked himself up off the ground a few moments after the flames had
subsided, and surveyed the effects of the ancient wizard's incantation with cold disdain
before moving onwards with grim purpose.
The others quickly regained their footing and pressed forward, for despite the
destruction he had unleashed Aiden knew that there could be dozens more of them up
ahead. Morik, pointed in the direction they should travel and prompted Aiden to keep
moving, carefully avoiding the blackened bodies of formerly loyal warriors scattered
around the stone floor.
Glancing at Sayana, Aiden was momentarily concerned about her ability to keep up.
If her wounds were causing her any discomfort, she was hiding it well. Pacian, bloodied
daggers at the ready, moved ahead of the group, certain the akorans were going to be
lying in wait for them and determined to avoid an ambush. The passage they travelled
opened out into a chamber of some sort and was filled wit h an assortment of packages,
wrapped in deerskin.
“What is all this?” Pacian asked when they had caught up with him. Morik didn't
even take a closer look before answering.
“Dried rations, water skins, spare axes, bandages - everything a war band needs to
keep fighting,” he said. “Erag must want to reclaim the lands of our ancestors, for there
are enough supplies here to feed a thousand warriors.”
“We should destroy all of this,” Pacian hissed. “We'll see how well their invasion
goes when their bellies are empty.”
“If we destroy this food, my people will starve before the thaw,” Morik warned, a
harsh edge to his voice. “They may choose to attack out of starvation.”
“We have our target,” Aiden decided, moving through the large piles of supplies.
“Leave the food, it won't matter once their leadership is dead -”
The mound of deerskin packages next to him suddenly toppled over, knocking Aiden
to the ground. A group of akoran warriors burst out of their hiding places in amongst the
supplies and set upon the small party. Aiden was the focus of one particularly large
savage, wielding a mighty greataxe five feet in length.
A flash of light from his spectral armour lit the immediate area for a brief moment as
it took the brunt of the blow, but there was so much force be hind the swing it also cut into
Aiden's shoulder. Without protection, his arm would likely have been cleanly severed by
the axe.
Gritting his teeth, Aiden managed to focus enough to strike back, swinging his sword
at the warrior's legs. The barbarian obvio usly hadn't expected him to survive the blow,