That was the last message Aingor had received from Suzamete.
He, the Faction Leaders, and the Mages were to go up against a Doom Knight – a Deity warped into oblivion by Undeath – and weaken it. The Herald had been armed with the knowledge to perform this feat. It was rather… straightforward, but in execution, it was easier said than done. Could it be done?
Well, that depended entirely on how well everyone performed, especially…
"Now you value the faith I have been trying so hard to convey for so many years? Tsk, tsk. Typical of heathens! It takes a calamity decked in armour to make you all repent?!" cried the Mad Bishop as she stood before the Doom Knight. Its feet were still sinking in the swirls of darkness that had manifested under its feet.
