Twenty feet tall, Dahun’s massive torso was heavily muscled, descending into huge legs and a scaled black lizard’s tail below his spine. His black legs and tail blended to red at his stomach and turned crimson at his chest. His face was contorted in pain, as if this transition was causing agony. He bellowed and it was a distant, hollow sound. His eyes were solid black orbs, opened wide, looking, seeking something as he came into this world. His head moved side to side, the hair braided with human skulls swinging over his shoulders. His brow was adorned with a massive golden circlet, set with a dark stone pulsing with purple light. The fingers of his left hand ended in black talons and flexed slowly, restlessly, as if in anticipation of rending apart his enemies. In his right hand he held a flaming sword. His hips were girded with a metal-studded kilt, and two large leather bands crossed his chest with a massive golden emblem.

Pug said “Now!” to Magnus, and the two of them unleashed every destructive magic they possessed.

Two waves of sizzling light shot from their hands to strike the figure full in the chest. Dahun trembled and started to fall backward, his hands outstretched, as if in supplication, and a single word escaped his lips, “No!”

As he fell out of the confines of the four towers, energy like purple lightning erupted from his body, striking the pillars rising above him. The Demon King screamed in outrage and pain, his arms flailing as he tried to reach for the nearest pillar and keep from falling out of the pit boundaries.

“Destroy the towers!” Pug said to Magnus.

Pug kept the assault focused on the demon while his son sought to topple the towers. Pug’s strikes of searing energy caused smoking welts on the demon’s body while keeping him falling off balance, until he struck the ground between two towers. A sound like a groan and a piteous cry came from Dahun as he touched the soil.

Magnus used the power of his mind to reach out and find a keystone in the foundation of the tower closest to where his father and he floated, while noticing that most of the other magicians nearby were fleeing. One or two of the stronger were still on the wall, directing their magic at the demon in aid of Pug.

Magnus used the power of his mind to grind the keystone to dust in moments, then he sent a massive wave of energy at the sudden void in the masonry. The entire tower shuddered and began to collapse, stones coming apart as the construction moved side to side. As it fell, massive discharges of green magic swirled upward, like mad dust devils spilling away into the night sky.