Up to this point, we were kicking serious butt. Pretty much everyone fell in seconds; Voljin was seriously crazy strong. We grew up together, fought together. He was eager to face The Lord of Lies. I was wary. I knew Belial could be a threat. I wondered, moments before unmasking him, if this was the last time Wolfram enjoyed peace.
Everything went as planned for the first part of the battle. Then he turned into Belialzilla and in the first ten seconds of the fight, got Voljin with a couple of direct hits. It all happened so fast. I saw his life full, then it was a quarter less, then it was almost fully gone. I summoned my Ancient Barbs, screamed in rage, with the unformed idea in my head that my friend was dying. A second later, he was gone. I fought Belial, I killed him. Pounded the corpse until it was a puddle.
Voljin was the better man. He was the team's powerhouse. We would jest with each other, on who would die first and how he was immortal. I can't help but think that it should be me the one who died. I should be gone. Going back to Caldeum and watching the people cheer, I couldn't celebrate. Those idiots didn't have a clue of the sacrifice that was necessary so they could drink and !@#$% their ways to an early grave. Maybe I could have done something different; maybe I didn't help all that I could. Three men got in, one got out and now I am lost for meaning. The fight wasn't fair.
You shall always be remembered, Voljin! Buried with full military honors! Until we meet again, my friend!
( yeah, HC is a kickass experience)