"Amen!" echoed out strongly from all those gathered.
I stood up and pointed with my sword up the gorge as the Spirit of El Elyon, that I so willingly gave myself over to, swelled within me the ability to do far greater than I had ever done before, "To victory!"
"To victory!" echoed out behind me.
I spent no more time on them, but began to run up the gorge. The very atmosphere of this place had changed within a microcosm of time. Where before there was darkness, now there was the light that we introduced to it by the unfettered desire of our hearts to overcome that which is evil.
The very rocks that towered above us seemed to snap and crack with the sound of the joy of seeing creation in order once more. A cavernous tunnel was suddenly before us across the river and so were the monsters.
I ran into the raging river and smacked it hard with my sword, "Whom do you serve? The destroyers of appointed order or we who walk in the Divinely appointed dominion of this world?"
With a throaty roar the river peeled back and mounted up into a wall across the length of the gorge until it overflowed overtop of us and formed a watery tunnel that glistened brightly with the refracted rays of the sun that had come out of hiding on this cloudy day.
I strode across the dry riverbed toward the line of monsters who spoke among themselves in their dark tongue. Anxiety was deeply etched upon their beastly features as they watched us come closer.
"Your existence is an abomination! Your actions worthy of the worst of Sheol! Your future is no more! We've come for that which was stolen in the night and by the might of El Elyon we claim victory as is ours by right! Cut them down now!"
Like the dumb beasts of twisted perversion that they were, they stood in stupefaction as they were unable to access their ability to flee through dimensional time and thus they were left to face our wrath, which was far greater than any mortal could manifest on its own. It was El Elyon moving through us that drove us to leap forward and hack down the monsters whose mere image had stopped the hearts of other men in fear.
In reality the unredeemable spirits they possessed were nothing short of cowards that had boasted themselves into loftiness, because of genetic leftover abilities gifted to them from their fallen fathers. They were no match for us and their anguished bullish roars sounded loud as we cut off their existence in the lands of the living.