*the forest looked greener and more lush, nature had won.*

[Whitewolf]

the Temple was shaken and torn, the buildings inside once crafted with great beauty where now no more then rubble, the demons protecting had been slain, and the bodies of cultist and tree lovers cover'd the ground like sand on a beach. the members laid helpless at there own destruction, the alter was curropted with such emence power almost as if gaea had finaly come down to seal dennac's darkness out for good. only four remained alive, but limbs and bones riped and broken. they looked about at each other as the cave inwitch there temple hide began to cave in, the wall imploded as bolders fell, one landed on a cultist killing him instantly, soon the temple fell out uner its pillers crushing the remaining members, Tekstone was fianly no more.