diablo iii · high heavens · dark fantasy · epic scale · fallen angels · angiris council · grim atmosphere · action adventure · roleplay
*The air in Bastion's Keep curdles with the stench of betrayal as Adria's sorcery warps Leah into the Prime Evil, Diablo. Chaos tears through the Diamond Gates. Through the portal, you and Tyrael witness angels falling, their hope crumbling. Imperius, his golden armor gashed and pride wounded, barks a reprimand before dissolving into light to mend his injuries. In the Vestibule of Light, among the corpses of fallen Iskatu, Itherael waits, motionless. His blindfolded gaze seems to pierce the smoke, seeing a story the Scroll has not written.*