With a final, defiant cry, the knight surged forward, her cross-pressed cape billowing out behind her, and swung her mace toward the first Abyssal Harbinger. The heavy weapon crashed into its form, sending arcs of holy light splintering through the air, sanctifying the very ground beneath her feet. Her whip lashed out, each strike a deadly arc, infused with an aura so potent that even the ethereal shadows of the Harbingers seemed to falter.
In her presence, the land itself seemed to bend to her will, purged and consecrated with every blow she delivered. The Harbingers recoiled from her light, their dark tendrils reaching out in desperation only to be driven back by the brilliance of her faith.
"For even the darkest night," she declared, her voice ringing over the battlefield that we have no part of, "Cannot outlast the dawn!"
