Morin is still running, keeping up a gallop as the ground evens out. Octavo has to shout over the wind. "What's your name, beast? Such an impressive monster 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 have a name I've heard before!"
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"I AM VAATI, THE MASTER OF WIND AND DARKNESS. YOU SEEM TO POSSESS SOMETHING THAT MAY HELP FURTHER MY GOALS."
His eye had landed on the lute, If he takes the lute from Octavo, there's no telling what would happen, Perhaps the world may even end up in danger should this happen.
"Vaati?" Octavo repeats, punctuated by a hysterical bark of laughter. "I know the boy who defeated you! He spoke of you like you were nothing more than a beetle, crushed under his heel!"
His grip tightens on the Lute, Morin spurred faster, hooves flying over the prairie. "And it will happen again.
You might think yourself something special because you can whip up a storm, but you're nothing," he spits. "Don't you understand? 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. It 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 happens the same way."
Such words served to enrage the gigantic floating eyeball of darkness as he growled, the winds around them growing more sharper and stronger to the point they started CUTTING into Octavo's skin.
Octavo made the mistake of bringing the ire of a demon.
The demon then shot blades of dark energy at Octavo while the winds uprooted some trees now, what was once a mere storm is now a god damn hurricane due to Vaati's wrath.
Octavo just laughs again, beginning to play the Lute furiously. He turns in the saddle like a trick rider without missing a beat.
Ahead, the air splits, a churning portal of black and blue yawning in front of him. "It's been lovely meeting you!" he calls, lifting a hand in farewell, even as one of
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His eye had landed on the lute, If he takes the lute from Octavo, there's no telling what would happen, Perhaps the world may even end up in danger should this happen.
His grip tightens on the Lute, Morin spurred faster, hooves flying over the prairie. "And it will happen again.
Octavo made the mistake of bringing the ire of a demon.
"YOU DARE MOCK ME? I WILL TEAR YOU ASUNDER!" -
Ahead, the air splits, a churning portal of black and blue yawning in front of him. "It's been lovely meeting you!" he calls, lifting a hand in farewell, even as one of