Gold and green power flowed from the heavens in streaks of rain, drawn to the souls of the Fatesworn. It swirled around them, bolstering their souls and strengthening their flesh. My breathing, too, eased as the hybrid array's magic soaked through my skin, lifting my fatigue and reinforcing me against the poison. I barely felt its sting as I took a deep breath, my aura expanding another few thousand feet.
Rash'alon's horde could sense the increased mana, but it only drove them into a starving frenzy. Fatesworn and infernal demons clashed together with renewed fervor, and unlike before, my allies gave no ground. Torrents of infernal fire and insidious curse magic drove into their ranks only to dissipate harmlessly against the Shining Aegis, wafting up in currents of filtered mana to flow into my soul.
