With a wave of his hand, the Fallen One cemented the powers of good within his soul, reinforcing the foundations of his personality. He would not allow the passive mindflow of the masses to transform him into tangible Evil. My soldiers themselves were no longer just the Guards of the First Temple, but true Holy Warriors. They could now fight for the Truth only, no matter the saying that each has his own truth. The Fallen One’s Paladins. Wow. The world is going nuts. See a Dark Guard fighting, join him! For now he is incapable of evil and defends only the right cause! Oh Universal Balance, grant us victory, and I shall play this card till the AlterWorld’s Golden Age, when a child with a basketful of silver and a naked maiden will be able to safely stroll the city all night long, fearing neither robbery nor rape! Leaving thoughts aside, I looked at the even lines of warriors.
