Michael stabbed his lance into the ground, and a radiant light burst forth from him, piercing the oppressive darkness. He dropped to his knees, his hands clasped in prayer as he began to chant.
"Oh, great Archangel Michael, I beseech you! Lend me your strength, take my body as your vessel, and deliver judgment upon this unholy being!"
Lucius halted, his glowing eyes narrowing beneath his skeletal mask. The rising chorus of Michael's prayer grew deafening as the heavens themselves seemed to tremble in response. The ground beneath Michael cracked, and a massive pillar of blinding light shot down from the sky, engulfing him entirely.
The undead army recoiled, shielding their eyes from the searing radiance. The Heretic Vassals stared in shock as the light intensified, shattering the darkness momentarily.
