Amidst the death ridden field stood the paladin clad in the basics of paladin armor. Designs upon his armor told a 'story' not of peace, and the gods, but of the blood that was spilled at the hands of the Enochian order.
Upon the back of the paladin, remained a sword, a shield, and a spear crossing one another. Within the hands of the epitome of religion with aggression remained a shortsword, and a shield of glory that matched the one upon his back.
There was an 'aura' of essence that surrounded this paladin in particular. With gentle eyes, this aura was stared upon with the illusion of him watching the path before him. Feeling a near magnetic like tension between himself and this 'castle' that stood before him.
Pillage? What was there to pillage besides the books of lore. Rape? What had there been to rape besides the grounds with his feet. Kill? What was there to kill other than those who had given up their hope, their faith. He wasn't different than any other paladin other than his 'faith' was stronger than most.
Giving himself to the 'light' Nelphini felt his aura intensify. Orbs of multiple colors began to direct themselves to and around his figure. Drawing them from the dead, the living, the ground, the trees, and the fires. This continued until his own aura became visible as a beam of light.
This light seemed to descend from the heaven's, and grace the earth with a feeling of happiness, and joy.. However to do this a vessel was picked, and that vessel was none other than Nelphini.
With a groan from the concentration that resulted in the generation of this stronger aura, Nelphini's tied back hair began to whip within the light from above; and so did the tendrils of cloth that hung from below his armor.
"I shall... Give to them, the joy of the gods."