The Fatesworn saluted and responded to the call, "For the Oracle!"
I smiled, sitting down with my back against the parapet. I had never asked for armies, never liked the performance, but at times like this, their loyalty was enough to bring a tear to my eye. The way Avrass said it, you'd think I was right there, fighting beside him, sharing the same risks. Not trembling and weak, curled up on a freezing mountain, bleeding black poison.
The mountain shook as a towering elemental rose beyond the nearest peaks, towering over the mountains themselves. Hundreds of thousands of tons of rock, burning forests, and snow took humanoid shape, burning brightly with R'lissea's magic. It swept its fist through a cliff, obliterating a mountain top and sending hundreds of tons of rubble cascading into a hidden valley.
