Asphyxious would have grinned, if not for the fact that he had no skin to speak of. He looked up once more at the expanding cloud. Success. That is a small one, compared to what the Ancient Ones had achieved.  Not even a grain's worth on a beach. No, this was not even to be called a success. Asphyxious held out and arm and Hellfire halted in the firing of acidic rounds. "Come," Aspyxious turned and strode back towards the frozen wilderness which was barely a band of white on the plain horizon.<br/><br/>Skarlock echoed his thoughts, "We shall return, with a larger army and lay this entire plain to waste. Blight shall carpet the surface of the land... and eventually the Continent."