Diablo 3: Leseprobe zu Storm of Light
Bereits vor mehreren Monaten haben die Mitarbeiter von Blizzard offiziell angekündigt, dass der neue Roman „Diablo 3: Storm of Light“ am 4. Februar 2014 in englischer Sprache erscheinen wird. Dieses vom Autor Nate Kenyon geschriebene Werk soll als Brücke zwischen dem Grundspiel von Diablo 3 und der bald kommenden Erweiterung „Reaper of Souls“ fungieren und dabei einige bisher leider noch unbeantwortete Fragen klären.
Inhaltlich wird das Buch am Ende von Diablo 3 ansetzen und damit beginnen, dass die Engel rund um Imperius den schwarzen Seelenstein von Diablo an sich genommen haben. Während die restlichen Vertreter des Himmels der Meinung sind, dass man dieses Fundstück weder bewegen noch zerstören sollten, fürchtet Tyrael als neuer Engel der Weisheit um die Sicherheit seiner Heimat. Aus diesem Grund gründet der Engel den Orden der Horadrim neu und versucht mithilfe der Sterblichen den Seelenstein aus den hohen Himmeln zu stehlen.
Für all die Spieler, denen diese kurze Zusammenfassung noch nicht genug ist, haben die Entwickler kürzlich eine Leseprobe aus dem vierten Kapitel des Buches veröffentlicht.
„Then tell us what insights you have gained from Chalad’ar, Wisdom,“ Imperius said, his voice mocking once again. „Tell us what to do with the stone. The Council has been divided on this for too long. Or are the rumors among the angels correct, and you have yet to consult the chalice?“
Itherael and Auriel turned to Tyrael, waiting for him to offer a solution. He looked at the soulstone on its perch, imagined he saw a beat of blood-red light at its core. The darkness pervades this holy place, he thought. It creeps in unbidden and corrupts everything it touches.
Tyrael had come to his own decision. But he was unsure about how his advice would be taken by the others and hesitated for a moment too long.
Imperius turned away. „Malthael would have never been without an answer, yet this one is silent once again. I shall speak for him, then. We break the stone at the Hellforge.“
A murmur from Auriel brought a fast response. „We should not risk destroying it,“ Itherael said. „It was forged by human magic; its destiny is a mystery to me. Even the Scroll of Fate cannot tell us what might result from such an attempt–„
„It must be hidden!“ Tyrael said.
His words rang out, stronger than he might have intended. The others stopped, their attention returning to him. He cleared his throat again, hating how weak it made him sound. A throat made of flesh and blood was not a trustworthy vessel for such a speech. He tried again. „Itherael is right,“ he said. „The Black Soulstone’s power is unknown to us. The Horadric mage Kulle forged it using magic the nephalem alone possess. We cannot risk trying to destroy a thing like this; it may even release the Prime Evil upon us once again.“
„Hide it where?“ Auriel’s tone had grown cautious, as if she knew what he might say. „We have already discussed shrouding it but could not come to an agreement. It cannot stay in the Council chambers forever.“
Tyrael looked at his fellow archangels, sadness washing over him. He imagined that they viewed him with suspicion, perhaps thinly veiled hostility. Even Auriel’s aura had changed, her wings pulsing softly with a light that mirrored the taint he had seen in the gardens among the trees.
He was not Justice, nor Wisdom, nor was he a man; he was a mortal angel, and this did not fit with the world they knew, or with any other. His vision of peace with the land of men and a new life ending in eternal sleep was swiftly fading.
He had never meant for it to come to this.
„In Sanctuary,“ he said finally. „We must hide the stone in a place where neither angel nor demon can reach.“