Glorious golden banners flew into the air as if piercing the heavens. Reaching their hands out to grasp at God.

Within their might we grew a strength that rivaled the heights of Giants.

A cry and a shout of ultimate abilities from tanks filled the ominous winds with a force that meant to battle against powers beyond control.

As if the Angels themselves descended to fight the scourge of skeletons that plagued the land.

But these were no Angels, after all- Diablo had been cleansed long ago.

God answered the death of Diablo with the men he threw into this realm hundreds of years before.

This was why raids were formed.

To push champions to the fridges of their souls.

To back them up against their self-imposed parameters, and to push them some more until the wall behind them breaks and they are sent falling backwards into themselves.

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Sending them soul searching.

In darkness we find light.

In light we blast forward!

The words came out instinctively.

As if my soul echoed feelings and my mouth mumbled along like something possessed.

Giant stomps shook the crackling earth as the tanks were sent to surround the skeleton army.

Within seconds the newly birthed skeletal legion had become surrounded on all fronts.

At the center of the pack, The Prince tensed his body in a movement of shackling bones that telegraphed a coming blow.

The Prince lifted his vampiric scythe that glowed in a black of night, which crawled with the tainted souls of all he's slain before.

The souls reached out.

Then the scythe reached out.

They wished for more to join.

Within me my soul burned a hot fire.

I knew what to do.

Only Man's Fire can vanquish the darkness of death.

I activated Dragons Breath and focused my energy within my lungs.

The Prince's swing cut the air with an embrace of penumbra powers that were so bleak that they drained the space around them of their colors that pierced.

Death cared not for colors, it dealt only in blacks and whites, in a simple binary that removed the human existence.

Before the strike could reach my men I let out the sensation that had built up within the very core of my being.

Heat

Light

The Breath of Man roared out in a flame that sparkled in the land that only knows shadows.