When that figure enveloped in Holy Light descended from the heavens, everyone was stunned.
This was, without a doubt, the force of the Holy Light, but what did that Lich just say? A Paladin under the command of a Lich?
The joke couldn't be less funny.
And as this glittering Paladin landed, countless hailstones emerged from the darkened sky, rapidly crashing into the sea.
The power of the ice magic solidified the waves atop the sea, turning them into a vast expanse of thick floating ice, which became the firm ground upon which the Paladin stepped.
Cyril Rolan tried hard to get a good look at this person's face.
The Holy Light wasn't fake, but how could someone serving a Lich still possess the power of the Holy Light? How outrageous must the vows of this Paladin be that they could even work for the Undead without breaking their oath?
Unfortunately, all Cyril Rolan could see was a nearly fully sealed, heavy helmet.
