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The spear struck Bjorn, and it pierced his shoulder with a sickening slice. However, instead of bleeding, his body simply... phased away. He fell sideways, his shoulder momentarily disappeared taking the form of an electrical mist. Bjorn then grabbed the grip of the spear and pulled from the ground with his shield hand. He then slammed it into the ground, and electricity poured downwards onto the giant's mangled body. With a flash of light, Bjorn was gone. The spear remained in the ground, accompanied by the storm the giant had made in his anger. The giant however... Bjorn had simply disappeared. If Cain wanted his spear back, he would have to walk into the storm.
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Cain eyed the storm as he stood tall and observed his spear become a conductor of something incredible. He clenched his fists together as he made his first steps. Right foot, left foot, right foot, repeat. He entered the storm of electricity, his armour searing black from its power. But still he pushed on. The electricity shocked his entire figure, and he began to move slower and slower as he reached out his hand to grasp the dragon spear he had used to throw at Bjorn. Then, with his left hand, he grasped the spear from around its shaft and raised it from the ground. He fell to his knees as he raised his spear to the air in victory as his steed appeared once more form the flames of the barrier and rose its legs as it looked upon the storm in fear.
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As Cain rose the spear in victory, lightning struck the ground that lay before him. A figure made of pure energy strode out of the blinding light, nodding towards Cain in respect. Picking up the now shattered sword that remained where Bjorn disappeared, it walked away towards the flames. As it effortlessly phased through the barrier, it disappeared once and for all, leaving a permanent storm over the forest as if to keep memory of Bjorn fresh in the minds of those who would soon forget him. Bjorn, son of Balthazar... Was dead.
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Cain stood from his place, as his steed rode towards him. The snow made from the dark clouds overhead settled on the now black armoured prince. As his steed approached him, he brushed his hand against its mane. "We...did it Anjelica." Cain told his steed. "He was furious, truly furious. A man pure of heart..." Cain bowed his head as he rested the top of it against his horse. He stayed there for some time, as the snow gathered and became thicker on his shoulders, for the Coldbourne Prince would only have his solitude for so long.... [spoiler]End of Chapter 18[/spoiler]