Would they be but myths? Naught but words spoken of a time once glorious? A shred of hope to hold onto for those who suffered in the dark age without them?<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>Myths and songs spoke of the old. But they were legends, and legends never died. There would be songs; songs of glory and celebration of their victory over the dark forces of Hell. Against the ones who would take from them their happiness and will to live. Songs of determination in a golden age, to remind humanity of what they fought for. How their lives would no longer by threatened by the evils that would try to harm their fungal world.<br/><br/>Viktor finished a shredding solo on his mushtar, then strode forward as well, standing opposite of Darren at the side of their Lord. Together, they played, and together they would stand and fight. No more of the demon's threats would be taken. No more of its attempts to end this beautiful existence. It would be defeated, once and for all, by all of them working together. The mushroomairies continued their song, a chorus of angel voices backing them up.