After a long journey, thrown to the ground the warriors slowly stand and watch around warwinds howling make their advance the battlegreedy weapons enrage in hand Fire! The summoned flames make shield to that figure wrapped in fire; but nothing holds the storm that helmed by the six black crests, is lead fiercely to the imminent clash -(The Fiurach Guardian)- "I'm the FIURACH guardian, just here to guard the waves of the sulphurean river, through which readable is fate,
mirror of the 7 abysses preceeded by incrossable gates; so stop your prophane steps, or your lives will cease in flames!!" DIE! Flames die, body and cutoff head, both are skinned. VIDAR Raise sacrificial pole and set the guardian up high Those words, mixed with blood, now flow in the warriors throath and while their power through blood grow stronger the headless impaled corpse sees his skull being SKULLCHALICE FOR THE IMPALER!!