I did my best to provide defences for everyone on the front. Together with some other priests wee managed to get a protective shield over our heads blocking the arrows that were fired upon us. Skeletons kept raining down the sides of the stairs and I knew that they were losing their soldiers at an alarming rate, yet there seemed to be no end to them.

I lost track of how many charges the warriors made and how often the paladins cleaned the ground next to the stairs. They had had to remove the bones as they were forming piles that were high enough to break the fall of new skeletons falling down. I watched as Releana summoned blizzard after blizzard, her eyes becoming less and less focused, yet she stood with the other mages. I watched how general Untarael stepped into battle and lead the charges, shouting orders while locking swords with the enemy. He never wavered.

I cursed myself as an arrow hit a soldier after it entered a gap in my shield. I had to remain focused.

I quickly sealed the breach and silently apologised to the wounded soldier who was now being dragged away together with a few other injured from the vanguard. The mages once again stopped their pursuers in their tracks. Lucas, Estelle and the other paladins struck more down with a joint strike of holy fire.

When Untarael prepared the wedge formation at the bottom, filled up with some rested forsaken, we could see it. A light that illuminated the entire area came from the other side of the gate. Even from down here, I had to close my eyes to not get blinded. The power that was behind this was immeasurable. It held a soothing tough to it, it warmed me to the core.

After its initial uplift of my spirit came the shock.

"ANGEL!" I yelled as hard as I could.

I got no response as I looked up to the stairs. The skeletons stood still at the top and seemed to question. Why were they not moving?

I cried out again for the woman I loved, but got no response this time either.

Sylvanas was with her, she would be ok. But what if she wasn't? I needed her here, now. I needed to know she was okay.

Fate seemed to have different things in store as the skeletons started moving again. When they did, their eye sockets burned. They turned into a fiery red colour and lusted for blood. I saw Untarael noticing this and watched him react before I even knew what was going on.

"Undercity Elite, to the front! Now!"

The most heavily armed of the forsaken made their way to their general. They bore large square shields as big as themselves and would only ever be called upon if there was no other option left. Untarael's verdict caused the mages in their ranks to seize all activities and focus on regaining their strength at once. Releana provided mana potions for all of them. She brought one to me as well which I greedily gulped down to the last drop.

The revitalising effect soon kicked in as my focus cleared. My magic flowed through me with greater ease when I called upon the Light to shield our allies.

The skeleton army showed a terrifying ferociousness as they seemed to mindlessly charge into Untarael and his vanguard. They seemed to have lost every last bit of common sense, they just tried to inflict as much damage on us as they could.

Untarael and his men didn't get to move an inch, they were continuously bracing for impact. They withstood all of them, tossing the enemy off of the battle platform after each failed charge.

An arrow embedded itself in a half burnt wooden pillar next to the door. A piece of rope ws attached to it. It wasn't too long before I could see Sylvanas's head above the wall. She scaled the wall, holding the rope in one hand. With the other hand she supported Angel who hang over her shoulder.

"Angel!" I cried out in shock.

I ran as close to the platform as I could, right next to the rain of skeletons. Once Sylvanas was over the top of the wall I cast my levitate spell on her to get her down safely.

"Sylvanas jump!"

She looked bewilderedly at me, then saw the small clouds at her feet. She looked down once to the army still pouring from the gates, then down to me.

She jumped.

She landed safely and I instantly took Angel from her. I heaved a sigh of relief when I found out she was just unconscious.

"I'll help the others," Sylvanas addressed me, "you go and patch her up."

That was easier said than done, she had no injuries to be healed and seemed perfectly fine. Yet she was in a comatose state. Nothing would wake her up.

I carried her with me back to the camp and lay her in our tent. I had to go help the others.

The addition of the banshee queen to our fighting force certainly had an overwhelming effect, not just on the enemy forces, but on our morale as well. She fired magical arrow after magical arrow.

We stood for a few more hours. Their bloodlust had only hastened their destruction faster as they had all killed themselves at this point. The steady flow had abated and only a few groups still walked through the gate, several ghoul groups amongst them.

After their assault had come to a halt at the end of the afternoon we took our dear time to rest and eat, but I was still troubled.

I ate a few slices of corn bread in the tent, sitting next to her.

I only left the tent once, to see Sylvanas. She was about to dispatch a few groups of warriors into Zul'Aman when I arrived in her tent.

It was quite a large tent. It had a table with a map of the troll city on it. Besides the roominess of the tent, it was quite sober, much like the Undercity.

She quickly sent the forsaken present away to talk to me.

"Is she okay?" she asked with genuine worry.

I shook my head.

"She still hasn't woken up."

She looked to the ground, "She exerted herself too much, she called upon forces that would instantly kill any lower paladin, she used a sacrificial spell to take that warlock down. I'm surprised she managed to live through a spell of that magnitude however."

I didn't know what to feel anymore. I felt sadness, but also pride in her selflessness. It also made me angry, I didn't want her to leave this word so soon. What the hell was she thinking?

I sighed.

I bid Lady Sylvanas goodbye and went back to our tent.

Inside Angel still lay motionless in the sheets. I shed a few tears as I buried myself in her wings, hoping she would be alright soon.