The frozen battlefield shook beneath an unbearable pressure.

Three Void Lords now stood before the defenders of Eryndor.

Nyx, the Fourth Void Lord.

Varek, the Fifth Void Lord, clad in black armor wreathed in blue flames.

And Moros, the Sixth Void Lord, whose eight glowing blue eyes pierced through every soul on the battlefield.

Behind them, the colossal Gate continued to widen.

Darkness spilled from its endless depths.

Lucien slowly raised the Blade of Dawn.

"If we don't stop them here..."

"There won't be a world left to protect."

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Varek stepped forward.

His enormous obsidian greatsword dragged across the frozen ground, leaving trails of blue fire.

"So..."

"You are...