Aurosh had taken the attack personally, staring into the red hot abyss as the sum of their work plummeted into the molten sea. Those teal eyes felt shallow, haunted by this immense failure that broken the seal of their welled up emotions; fury, anger, distraught, sadness. It took carefully planning, magicks beyond their comprehension to get to this point - all lost. There was no way
they would over look this moment. There was no return. With a sided glance, Aurosh took on a menacing stare, the deep pools of teal stared intently to the Chief that staggered to their way.
"Aurosh only wish the Land to envision a world in Dusk - a Beautiful World that would make us all equal. No more Kings nor Queens; the Fall of Monarchs. To see the everlasting Sunset below the Horizon, the golden shimmer of the Sky ablaze. They promised us that, to see that our work will beckon a New Age, away from this mortal suffering. Aurosh does not understand why you persist to live in this Corruption when there's one greater than this."The assassin turned fully to face Solveig, awash with such intensity that the very fabric of space around him seem to glimmer in vermillion ash. It felt like the very same energy the Shadowed King was engulfed in before its demise.
"The Great Chief as taken not only my Dear Friend, but a Chance to be at Peace. It's only Right, Aurosh does the same." With that being said, an item flourished into their grasp, a strong otherworldly reflection cast within that volcano as the light adjusted - one of the remains of the Twilight Mirror.
"As instructed by my Order, though Aurosh has little understanding on why. Take it with this one's Final Struggle, if you can."The bridge continued to give away and with a determined Chief, it seem dire. Dormagoro knew that look and it broke him. The Chief, not only a mentor all his life but a father as well since the passing of his grandfather. So he carefully moved Phoebe aside, the world all around felt as though it were collapsing. The heat pulsed within his blood cooled by the sweat of his brow as the Goron Warrior sailed against the overwhelming energy. He didn't want to lost his friends, his mentor nor his home. This was all he knew in life, even if it fell short in many ways. Still, with his chin held up high, Dormagoro could do something - to give back. The Chief had taken the fight directly to Aurosh, blow by blow with fists alone yet the robed figure was far too quick, perhaps due to the artifact in hand. One traded blow met with another, though it was difficult to say what transpired. It was only moments until it happened.
A heavy gloved hand had taken Solveig by the shoulder and with a great push, sent the Chief back to the others while the other hand took ahold of the ominous relic. Aurosh, so intent on killing Solveig had taken this by much surprise, only to notice Dormagoro between the clashing foes. It was all too quick and before anything were to be done, the ground beneath them had given away. Aurosh had lost their grip, thus the relic they cherished had slipped from their grasp before their descent. Using every fibre in his being, Dormagoro swung around in mid-fall, tossing the artifact over the edge towards the others before he disappeared completely from sight.
This... I can live with this."...Never let that spark go away, okay?"With that being said, Dormagoro smiled at the echoes of hammers and memories.
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With the recovery of the artifact, a great weight was lifted from the party and felt in the people of Death Mountain. Though, it was success with great loss. The chosen would whom braved the mines were broken, injured and saddened. Even the rescued survivors within the mines had felt the great pain of losing a Brother. Though they forget that this was his way, one that would sacrifice all he had to ensure his family is safe. But the comfort wasn't immediate - no yet.
Chief Solveig, who yet survived another attempt on his life now stands without a protégé, scarred by the events that were unfolded. Rescue operations are still underway, in hopes to retrieve his fallen brother and perhaps the remains of Aurosh, the assailant that seemed to have weaved this tale of sadness. However, all attempts have come up empty thus far. Thankfully, the people of Death Mountain can rest, for the militant Lizalfos had lost their spirit, with most going back to their old ways while the strong moved on, seemingly carrying on orders. The Dodongos on the other hand, no longer corralled into a massive force, reverted to their usual behaviors though many have died from the corruptive force they've contracted. It seem to be peace for the moment.
Phoebe, student of Chief Solveig, dear friend of Dormagoro and Tourmaline to the Monster Research Council, is left to her devices, seemingly shocked by recent events. Though her strength alone could withstand this moment, it wasn't without fault and cost, as seem by her injuries. Yet the people of Death Mountain are in her debt and proved to be a great hero, Phoebe could carry on. Unfortunately, it will not be easy.
Lena Clarke, the blacksmith from Hyrule City. The expedition had taken a great toll upon her, for it wasn't easy to overcome all she had to endure. With amount of courage she had to sum up in the short amount of time, only time will tell if it tempered her soul. Of course, the people of Death Mountain are in debited to her service and with the mines back to working order in Eldin, the supply lines were slowly coming back with needed ore. However, many others in the same profession as Lena were not happy with her preferred treatment from the Gorons, envious of the quality ores she receives from her service.
Pallin, endured the depths of the mines, scathed by battle and the heat alone. Alas, his mettle was tested and in the end, came out with a rather interesting find. While the people of Death Mountain are very much in debted to the scholar, they knew very little of his whereabouts. In fact, word of his discovery had clung to passing whispers and inquiries of Pallin were beginning to surface.