The light of the third bombardment finally faded. It was a light of destruction capable of annihilating everything, yet it simply could not shake the life of that pitiful man who had lost every protection.
This was a higher form of protection, an unshakable Will Barrier woven from sacrifice, justice, duty, and hope. In an age of darkness, he was incomparably fragile, yet where hope shone, it was utterly immovable!
"This... damn it!"
Kil'jaeden paid no heed to Velen's pride. Even the corners of his eyes were twitching. Everything before him left him somewhat unable to think. Perhaps he had once understood what these things meant, but now, he could only find them profoundly foolish! Fel had twisted not only his appearance, but his soul and will as well. This distortion was deep and strange. He had accepted it, and was no longer as he had been.
But this noble sacrifice had not changed their dire circumstances. On the contrary, this act, so much like a show of defiance, made Kil'jaeden feel humiliated. Gripping the old Prophet's neck with one hand, he gestured with the other and roared furiously,
"Then let me see your will! Let me see all of it! Bastards! Your sacrifices are useless, and your will is worthless!"
"Let me see how many more of you can throw your lives away!"
The Great Demon roared and extended a finger toward the sky. Light gathered once more among the stars, and this time, even Kin'garoth and Varimathras, whom Kil'jaeden had summoned, no longer tried to stop the Guardians from sacrificing themselves. Instead, their faces filled with malice, as though they wanted to witness this supposedly noble will.
But it would not happen...
Of the Guardians who had followed Dick here, only Freya and Auriaya remained. Neither excelled at