And so the drow join the battle.
Powerful fiends face off against powerful champions of good, and the fight is on.
Eclavdra is swept up by Jubilex, and eaten.
Then Lyzandred blows Jubilex to bits.
The bits start to reform into Jubilex, but Kalanyr is able to dispel them to the Abyss.
Tharizdun retaliates by killing Lyzandred.
Lyzandred shrieks as black power engulfs him, and his skeletal form is eaten away as if by acid, until nothing is left.
Xaene the Two Headed lich makes good work of one balor, only to have one of his heads sliced off by the sword of another.
Xaene falls back out of the battle, his one head screaming, while he cauterizes the stump with his power.
Demogorgon faces off against Ivid the Celestial King and his Tarrasque.
The Tarrasque roars and leaps on Demogorgon.
This does not work - Demogorgon teleports on top of the tarrasque, and sweeps his staff at Ivid.
And Demogorgon laughs.
Traitor to your own side, and now traitor to ours!
Your soul is MINE!
With that, he smotes Ivid with his staff, and Ivid screams, red flame enveloping him, burning his insubstantial flesh to ash.
His soul, distinct and greyish, is grabbed by Demogorgon, who eats it.
Then Kalanyr faces off against Demogorgon, who has leapt off the confused tarrasque.
Kalanyr brings his blade to bear, and Demogorgon his staff.
Fire flashes and crackles as sword meets staff, and the 10th level might of Kalanyr is a match for the abyssal power of Demogorgon.
Again and again the two clash, and fall apart.
Demogorgon hurls one telepathic attack after another against Kalanyr, while Kalanyr hurls back one spell after another against Demogorgon.
Soon, both of them are bloody and blackened.
Yet Kalanyr has survived the great flash, and his armies are pouring onto the field to aid Forrester, and it seems unending vigor and strength is with this drow who has turned away from evil.
Kalanyr's sword is every faster, and Demogorgon is ever slower.
Wounded more badly, Demogorgon gives back, his two heads looking dismayed, then panicked.
Finally, Demogorgon flees the field.
Meanwhile, Tharizdun has chopped down Zuggtmoy, who he considered a traitor.
He is standing atop her dead body in glee, his sword held high.
The demons launch themselves into Forrester's force and Kalanyr's force with heedless fury, not caring about survival, only caring about killing and rending and devouring.
