Maxwell had put all his effort into the holy monster ritual, which many might have considered mad, as he had a hero pixie not a few feet from him wanting to slay him. He ignored the hero and the battle that raged between him and his last defenders. As no matter what happened, he would finish the holy ritual using the holy relics entrusted to him by Phabium; if it was the last thing he did, he owed Phabium that much.
So it was that while the specter of his doom lingered over him, Maxwell went on with the ritual, not noticing his undead elemental lord's victory. As he was far too deep into his ritual to notice, he would be spared destruction as he brought the power of the monster gods of the forest eaters, the depth divers, and the beast of the dawn into a singular creature. The different powers were finally balanced in a single being, a monster of great power.
The thing stood on its hind legs with a skin that was a mix of scale and carapace. Its head had eyes that were pitch black with a pure red horn made of carapace stretching out over its head twice as long as its entire head. Its mouth had a set of mandibles sticking out of it with a set of teeth just behind that looked like they could go through anything. It has two sets of arms, one shining brightly out in front, the other hidden at the monster's side, black as night, blending into its own shadow.
The last detail was the creature had a tail that looked just as sharp and deadly as the horn on its head. Though unlike the horn on the monster's head, its tail was made of both scaly and carapace-like material, like the rest of it, instead of just carapace like the horn. Maxwell marvelled at the monster that wandered out from the ritual circle from which it had been born, sniffing the air cautiously as it took in its surroundings for the first time.
Maxwell could feel a holy power coming from the cautious monster and was deeply curious to know what it could do with such power. But just fate was undecided, so he was just about to turn to his defenders to see how their fight was going. This knowing if his fate was to meet Phabium in his holy realm above in the next few moments as he was still unaware of the battle's winner between the pixie hero and his defenders. That was when a blue scroll appeared, telling him just what his holy monster did and the effect it would have on the world.
Maxwell looked at all the information the blue scroll was giving him and was liking what he was seeing. The holy monster he had created with the relics given to him from Phabium had turned out wonderfully, which was great news. Though he was rather curious about what these so-called events that would happen due to Updawarra's continued existence were.
As Maxwell took a moment to try and figure out the larger implications of what he had created, it would have an impact on the world. The rest of the world was feeling the effects of his creation, as one could tell by looking at the sea of cars. This sea was once a danger to travel, filled with the race of giant crabs known as Arowac. Though those times were long, know the sea was used by many nations ships for travel, and fishermen filled their boats with young Arowac, making sure they never grew to sizes big enough to threaten a canoe, much less the fisherman fleets that hunted them.
That all changed with the creation of Updawarra, as one of the events his birth caused was first a mating frenzy, and then the Arowac moved as a swarm, which was unlike their race to do, and many a fisherman's boat suddenly found itself pierced by unnaturally sharp horns of an infant Arowac before their ship sank into the depths, their crew quickly devoured by the feeding frenzy of the infant Arowac swarm.
The Sea of Carsisus has much to fear now, for the Arowac were challenging to rule the Sea of Carsisus as was their right once again. The Arowac were not the only monster race to be affected by the creation of Updawarra. In a forest across the elven lands, the monster race called the pavooth, or the root eaters, as the elves would call them, went into a frenzy. Moments before the creation of Updawarra, the pavooth were hiding, hoping to live just a few more moments.
Now that was no longer the case; they were not only not in hiding, they were choking away at everything, for sure. Usually if they were to try such things, they would be filled with a hundred arrows for their attempt. But they weren't now as they ate everything wood that was near them, including the arrows being shot at them, their grinding teeth moving at levels unnatural to their kind as they ground hails of arrows and entire trees into dust in between their teeth.
For the first time in thousands of years, a tree-eating monster race was not only not being slaughtered for daring to show themselves in front of the elves, but the elves were on the back foot. As their proud archery was rendered useless by the pavooth's strange new ability to render anything wood into dust when it got near them by simply grinding their teeth,. So the elves found themselves retreating from monsters they had seen as nothing more than target practice a few hours before, if they thought of them at all.
The third and final monster race to be a part of events brought upon by Updawarra and to benefit from them was the lizard monster race, the Eorap. The desserts of Satash had long thought the Eorap nothing more than a nuisance at worst and training fodder for young heroes as well as adventures at best. As they had long since been prevented from gathering any materials to wage their raids. Not to mention those that had a connection to their god Dawth and would lead them in raids at dawn were slain long before they could do so.
Though, just as with the other two, the Eorap were blessed by the creation of Updawarra as the other two monster races had been. The Eorap suddenly began to find weapons scattered throughout the night that would dazzle only when the dawn came. So it was that when a surge of Eorap launched raids against caravans throughout the deserts of Satash. Not only that, but when the light of the dawn struck down upon the Eorap, a dozen priests were revealed amongst them to lead the raids to where they needed to be.
The gods, already in shock at the upset of a monster becoming a hero slayer, now find even more to be in a frenzy over. As hordes of monsters were suddenly on the march and nations under siege, it seemed that truly this age of legends would be one that sought to outdo all those that came before it, as for the first time monsters made their bid for legends instead of another footnote in them.
