The last Great Battle erupts, all along a thousand mile front from where Highfolk was in the west to Riftcrag in the east.
Torilians against robots.
High magic against high technology.
10th level spells against antimatter rays and missiles.
It is a gruesome slaughter on both sides.
By the hundreds of thousands, the Torilians are mowed down, beamed into oblivion, rayed into subatomic particles, blasted away.
By the thousands, the robots are destroyed, their defenses overwhelmed by high powered spells, their armor pierced by crackling energy, their defenses penetrated by intangible foes.
The two titantic forces stand like men with rifles at twenty paces, firing at each other as fast as they can.
The Faerie come to the aid of the Torilians.
DemiPowers from the Kevellond League and elsewhere come to the aid of the Torilians.
The Solars and Planetars, and Deva, of Alzem come to the aid of the Torilians.
Even the armies of Iuz stand and fight alongside the Torilians.
In a heroic stand, the great army fights the wave of utter destruction that has come from the north.
Antimatter weapons explode among the Torilians.
Incorporeal mages and Faerie tear asunder the robots.
The two sides are evenly matched, titans fighting a final battle for the fate of the Flanaess.
In the south, the demons are now losing to the combined armies of the Torilians and the forces of Kalanyr.
But Tharizdun isn't going down without a fight.
He sees Kas. He sees Kalanyr. He gives a great shout.
I'LL TAKE YOU ALL ON, AND I'LL WIN.
With a roar, Tharizdun charges.
With a shout, Kas leaps in.
The battle sweeps towards Kalanyr, and he is dragged into it.
The three fighters erupt into a whirlwind of blades, spells, and mayhem.