Descending of the spirits

Celestial / Cosmic

After many years of unending war, just when the mortal races seem to be doomed for certain, a new hope arrives from the heavens above.

After about twenty years of fighting, the ressources of the mortal races are depleted. The old people have long since fallen in battle and the younger ones quickly follow. There are few children and even less hope for them to ever see a peaceful day without fear.
Already the masses of demons push back the defending armies every night of battle. Those that survive the night can do nothing but leave their dead and retreat to built new defensive works in the hours of day to help them keep of the demons for another night. But hope has long since left them and they fight only with the stoic stubbornness of those that have nothing left.

On one of these desperate days, the heavens sound with the most wondrous sounds as the sun rises. And as those on the ground lift their faces, they see creatures of pure light descending towards them.
"The high spirits!", they call out, hands reaching upward. "The high spirits have returned to save us!"
But the creatures claim it is not so. They had never set foot on the Land before, but they had taken pity on the mortals and had come to help.
Great is the rejoice at this and the tide of battle seems to be turned. For the light in the eyes of these spirirts shines bright even in thr dead of night and the demons recoil at the sight.