Finally, after quite some time, Athgar's wound had stopped bleeding. It was unknown whether it was due to the desperate efforts of Drogon or just his body's refusal to shed any more blood, but even still, it was clear the man was within the last inch of his life. He breathing, though ragged and strained, became steady and he was in a state of semiconsciousness in the rear of the buggy.
Soreal walked around the other side of the wagon to see what the commotion was after hearing the loud outbursts of Drogon and Rena. When he arrived, he saw Rena storming away from the wagon and the baffled Fae brothers looking from her to the carriage. Soreal was about to speak up what all of a sudden the bridge shook and loud crumbling and crashing was heard as the eastern bridge began breaking and falling into the river below. The noise alone was more than enough to set the Fae brothers' focus on the falling section of the stone bridge.
"Uhh..." Arborus was perplexed and uncertain in regards to who could have done that. "Terrus?"
"Tha' def'nitely weren't me," Terrus responded, just as perplexed as his brother.
Soreal just stood in awe and the new gap that was now between the elevated stone island they were currently on and East Sophisma. After the stone had come to a rest in the river bed below, the world around them grew quiet. Loose chunks of stone silently fell from the crumbling ends of what remained of the bridge. Even the river below seemed to have been made quiet to the group, as if stilled by the loss of the bridge. The Aquean was the first to break the stillness as he stepped toward the gap, then broke the silence with his bewilderment.
"What in the name of -" was all Soreal could let out before he was stopped by the sight of a large black shadow shooting up from the unevened edge of the bridge.
The leader of the obsidian warriors had leapt from beneath the bridge and onto its surface, the stone cracked beneath his foot claws from the impact. Soreal froze in place, not having even passed the Fae brothers who both were frozen in shock as well. Another stillness swept over the group as it took a moment for what they were seeing to sink in. The obsidian warrior was the one to break this stillness as he stretch his arms outward and shot his claws towards the carriage. The claws were planted into the rear panels before being reeled back to their owner; the wood on the rear of the carriage being immediately ripped open as if it were naught but dead and dried tree bark.
The warrior shot one of his claws towards the carriage once more, right at the exposed passengers inside. The fine points of the claws lodged themselves into Athgar's back, sinking deep into his flesh, then were reeled back, bringing the unfortunate man along with it. Once the clawed hand rested back into its obsidian socket, an aura grew around it. However, this aura didn't radiate light of any sort, it appeared to be radiating darkness, as if it were draining all light near it.
Athgar, now hanging from the hooked claws of the obsidian warrior, was no longer dazed and limp from blood loss and exhaustion. Every muscle in his body tensed up as if electricity was being shot into him. His eyes widened immensely and he let out a long, bloodcurdling scream which had begun to sound as if it were coming from the end of a grand hallway which was growing ever larger; his voice becoming a fading echo. As this was happening, his body began changing as well; his skin began to wither and blacken, his body was becoming thinner and thinner until it was just skin and bone. The obisian warrior threw Athgar's withered husk of a corpse onto the cold stone bridge surface, its face turned towards the outpost and contorted into an expression of agonizing horror.
