The crystallized platform froze the rotting twisted flesh, the Power of Holy Light isolated the eroded sky, each breath feeling the invigorating magic, standing on this sacred ground one should feel joyful, yet the arms gripping the weapon are so weary. Drawing the last breath from the lungs, puffing up the chest with the support of a Healing Spell, facing the enormous creature ahead and issuing a battle roar.
[Doombringer Armstrong is about to use the skill Dark Tide!]
