Towering over most of his own troops and the skeletal and zombie warriors surronding him, the draenei paladin Erebus'mal, the Engineer of the Light, stands proud in his dimly colored plate armor, wearing a titanium helm that projects seering violet eyes. Without another moment to spare, the imposing crystalized sword is gripped tightly in his plated fist and is quickly brought down to cleave the first undead of the day in half. The first blow struck, the soliders on both sides resume their conflict around the paladin. With equal parts grace and strength, Erebus carves a path of justice through the rampaging Scourge. A painful cry echoes nearby, and is quickly determined not to be the howl of the undead. As quickly as he swings his sword, Erebus turns his palm towards the wounded solider an