And then Sapience shook at the fulminous release of raw Celestial power.
Emerald radiance bled from the Descent as the Prime Exarch fell to his knees for the first time in centuries, pain wracking his flawless features as light pooled in his palms. The Prime Exarch sheathed his heaven-forged blade and gazed upon a glittering lake, Jophiel and Adalphon standing guard at either side as he began his work.
With a final, disdainful glance across the grounds of Blackstone Isle he entered the Descent. He crusaded towards his brethren, eradicating the mortals of Cyrene and Targossas that stood in his way. For the first time in the mortal era, the Prime Exarch Zafikel walked upon Sapience, and the air itself shuddered about him. The empyreal radiance of raw Celestis flashed through the heavens as a six-winged figure descended in a coruscating blaze of angelic-blue light, shattering the very foundations of Targossas as he made his fated arrival upon the Prime Material. It was not long before they had cut their path and reached their destination: the Targossian Descent.
Trading stoic nods, they marched through the Dawnspear, scything arcs of empyreal brilliance scattering any who attempted to stand against their heavenly might. The Exarchs Adalphon and Jophiel came next. These are the losses the Renegades endured, as the Dawnspear defended their homeland. Their Celestial essence scattered to the winds of the Eastern Reaches. But the Dawnspear would not fall without a fight, and so they charged back with sword and blazing mace. Led first by the Archangel Brathos, the golden armies drenched Targossas in crimson and scarlet. Within moments they descended, the Renegades of Celestia. Neruel turned at the spoken words, and with a dismissive gesture the Verapim incinerated her. “Celestia?” The Priestess Imaan uttered, face frozen in fear. A single, ringing intonation resonated from her mouth, driving white-hot needles into the minds of all those present. Targossians and Cyrenians flocked to the angel, hope alight in their eyes as she turned her sightless regard to the Isle of Blackstone. From within its depths the Verapim Neruel descended, settling within Silverbright Square. Imbued with unified imperative, a single assured voice resounded, “Part.”Ī planar rift of empyrean fire opened the skies above Targossas, the Veil Extant shuddering under the imposition of the spoken command. And then, with a sudden, abrupt finality, the ringing note fell still. With unadulterated purpose the otherworldly harmony soared in an exalted crescendo, crystalline tones blending seamlessly into a single clarion note. The long-awaited Paladin rework is here! Devotion is now a Priest-only skill, and the Paladins, in turn, learn to use Excision, a skill devoted to using flame and steel to purge that which taints Creation! Read about the launch event below.Ī murmur of voices, their tone at once enraptured and determined in an evocation of meaning beyond the ability to fathom.