"Kyle Marshall?"
Lesley looked at the young man who had just arrived to save the Shamans. As her emotion was triggered, she released a baleful aura of the Death God and the chaos of the Wrath!
Nonetheless, instead of confirming his identity, the young man, who bore the name of one long thought dead, raised his hand.
A wave of purifying energy emanated from him, the power resonating with the very essence of balance and order.
It swept through the field like a cleansing wind, dispelling the chaotic energies of Wrath's power and the curse that was being emitted by the Death God's Aura.
The Mystics and Shamans watched in amazement as the dark miasma receded.
Their hope was rekindled by this unexpected savior.
"Our Savior!"
"Is he a Holy Priest!"
"He must be the young Saint of the Church of the Fortune Goddess!"
"We're saved!"
