A shiver, colder than any blockade, ran through the assembled Alliance. This was it. The heavens had finally moved. But for Azrael, this was merely the next, inevitable step in a war that had only just begun. The Paladins had arrived.
**
Just then, a dazzling pillar of pure white light had descended from the heavens, piercing the clouds, striking the very centre of the Radiant Gardens. It was a light far more potent, far more celestial, than any earthly magic. It shimmered, pulsed, and then, slowly, solidified.
From within the blinding light, seven figures emerged. Each one was cloaked in robes of pristine silver and gold, their spiritual auras radiating an almost unbearable purity, an ancient, unwavering power that dwarfed that of any assembled Sect Master. They carried no visible weap
