"Priests, protective Barrier!"
Just as the skeletal wraiths summoned by Archimonde closed in, the chanting of the priests raised an enormous Light Curtain around the Holy Light Clerics Legion. Yet this time, something unprecedented happened to the Barrier that had always served them so well.
Countless dark skeletal wraiths blanketed the Holy Light Clerics' Light Curtain, blocking every cleric's view as endless streams of black mist began eating away at the Barrier.
"Don't panic! Holy Armored Ones, lay down crossing fire! Slow the enemy advance as much as possible! Gunners! Gunners, aim at our troops and fire a Super Purifying Holy Light Bullet!" The Holy Light Cleric Commander continued issuing calm orders, unshaken by the temporary loss of visibility.
Watching the Holy Light Clerics disappear beneath his Evil Spirit Curse, Archimonde curled his lips into another cruel sneer. "Enjoy the feast that fear has prepared for you!"
Yet the hail of shots from the Holy Light Clerics Legion opposite him wiped the smile from his face.
"Impossible! These creatures can still attack!" A flicker of astonishment crossed Archimonde's eyes as he watched the Holy Light Clerics, still enveloped in his curse. On the Void Battlefield, activating this domain had always sent the Naaru's armies straight into a rout.
He had never expected an army on tiny Azeroth to attack through his domain. Watching severed limbs fly from the Burning Legion under the concentrated barrage, Archimonde felt anger surge within him. This was a humiliation. He was a demon lord, yet his most powerful skill had failed to inspire fear in his enemies.
Just then, an enormous Light Bullet flew in from the distance. Archimonde's eyes narrowed, and he immediately moved to draw back his domain's black mist to shield his subordinates. Though he cared little about losses among lesser demons,