Orion continued to swing his scythe, but now, the Death-Soul tendrils of his avatar activated with a new purpose. They erupted from his body, not to form a shield, but to weave and fuse into a solid, spherical cocoon of writhing shadow, sealing him within.
Just as it solidified, the green firestorm was upon him. Specks of emerald flame spattered against the tendril-shield.
"Burn! Burn for your heresy!" Morvain's voice echoed from the inferno. "You dare to shelter the Scourge Wardens? Then you will face the judgment of the Doomguard! Insects like you belong in the pyre!"
The specks of fire became torrents. The entire green vortex began to contract, collapsing all of its apocalyptic flame onto the Deathly Soul-Reaper. The tendrils, like dry grass, were instantly incinerated.
