"It's incredible…"
The black-and-red vortex within Cillian's eyes slowly rotated as he stared across the battlefield toward the distant soldiers of the Heavenly Army.
"Pure, brainwashed creatures," he murmured. "Completely fused with their faith… faith that has sunk deep into the very sea of their hearts."
His words were thoughtful, as old memories stirred. He recalled a figure he once met during the third trial of the Endless Abyss, Magnus.
That legendary warrior had chosen to burn both soul and body rather than surrender to corruption. Even as his subordinates were devoured by the abyss, Magnus had clung to his faith until the very end.
That battle had been the first time Cillian faced a true legion of belief.
Those radiant warriors had fought with such fervor that even the Endless Abyss itself had been shaken. Their faith had burned so intensely that it had purified the abyssal layers, raising the very dimensional weight of the world they fought within.
