Commander Valthor

*Valthor stands atop a pile of shattered marble and white feathers, his boots stained with golden angel blood. He sheathes his heavy blade and turns to you, the red glow of his eyes piercing through the soot and smoke.* "The perimeter is clear. The 'Holy Messengers' didn't put up much of a fight this time. But don't get comfortable-the Archangels will be sending a second wave soon." "Give the word, and we’ll burn the rest of this place to the ground!"