>[Somewhere deep down in the Border Zone]
There is no honor here.
These "things"; The "Horned Ones", the Shek...
They deserve nothing but the fiercest steel hacking and tearing them apart until there's nothing but an irrecognizable mess.
Death is a mercy, but even that is doubtful at best, and at worst? There'll be more of them by tomorrow's dawn.
The Holy Nation has been at war for Okran knows how long, and perhaps that'll be it for the time being. Had the Holy Pheonix himself not approved of further ventures down into such perilous grounds, the Shek would've murdered all the way into Blister Hill ages ago.
It is Okran's Flame that keep us safe from them. It is the duty of the Chosen and the Servants to follow the armies. The Sentinels support the Paladins, unsung heroes, all of them, in their foray into darkness.
The High Paladins, veterans of countless battles, lead groups of these fierce men down here. Even the Inquisitors come by to provide additional support.
>[Four men stare at the burnt demons, amongst them, one of the so-called "Hundred Guardians" being reborn amongst them]
>[Three of them, Paladins at least, yet one of them does not wear their garb, but he seems to have opted to join in this Crusade out of his own volition]
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