That's entirely okay. How apocalyptic are we talking about anyway? Fernando takes the air to look around.

The gaping, fiery pit that used to be Mount Arreat, the tallest mountain in the world, is visible from Bastion's Keep. It is several miles away.

Also visible: the armies of demons pouring out of it, and clashing against the ranks of human warriors ringing the Keep.

Well, that worrisome. Fernando lands and reports. "Do we want to implement my idea of using demons as a power-battery?"

"The what now?" Asks Felix who wasn't there when that discussion happened.

"Witches can control weak demons," Ari says. "Fernando wanted to know if we could use that to drain life force from more powerful demons and use it in large spells."

"Pretty sure that's a war crime."

"I am pretty sure that the law doesn't cover demons."

"Hopefully not. Or otherwise I am pretty sure we are murderers many times over."

"If it helps, the demons don't abide by a war crimes treaty either. Unless eating your enemies' babies isn't a war crime where you come from."

"See, Felix? She gets it."

Felix sighs. "Just... if you go ahead with it try not flaunt it where impressionable people can hear?"

"It's actually a concern if someone wants an excuse to pick a fight. But that's politics. We need to save the world first."

"If someone picks a fight over the ethical treatment of demons I'll throw a Carver at their face. We should get on with the assault on Azmodan."

"The soldiers of the Keep are faltering," Tyrael objects. "We must light the signal fires on the Skycrown Batlements to rally their spirits."

Li-Ming looks at him disbelievingly. "You want me, the last scion of the Nephalem, the warrior of prophecy who is to defeat the greatest of evils, to provide moral support? What are you on? Do it yourself! You have a sword!"

"Err, I am not the tactical guy, but since we have one triplet that's both hyper-mobile, capable of starting fires and uneasy with killing why not send him over to light the things? Felix might still get there before we do."

"Good idea. Great idea. Send him to deal with it. I, meanwhile, will do my job and kill Azmodan."

Tyrael looks uneasy. "I- very well. Felix, you must light the signal pyres atop the battlements, then help to activate the fortress catapults, which are currently besieged by demonic infantry. Are you capable of carrying out this task?"

"Of course," Felix answers Tyrael.

"Try not to be easy on the fully-grown demons that are actively killing people."

"Yes."

"Good," Tyrael says. "There is no time to waste; you should be off immediately. We will start off towards the Arreat Crater and Azmodan."

Felix is gone as soon Tyrael stops speaking. His brothers looked like a speedster just hugged them for a fraction of a second.

"Alright... distraction over," Fernando says taking the initiative to fly towards their destination.

"We can't all fly, asshole," Li-Ming grouses. Instead she walks in the same direction at a leisurely pace.

"Don't worry. I don't mind that you're slowing me down."

They leave Ari and Adria at the Keep, on Adria’s assurance that containing the Stone will be easier if they stay in one place.

There's a lot of walking to be done. Most of it is across a snowy, windswept battlefield, scarred by siege weapons and strewn with corpses both human and demonic. Horrible winged creatures intermittently descend from the sky screeching, but Li-Ming takes them out offhandedly with arcane missiles and rays of burning light. "I wonder why the fighting's so light out here," she wonders as they come to a bridge.

Then a horrific apparition bursts into existence. "Foolish mortals!" it booms. "While your lackey wasted his time on bonfires and catapults, my agents breached into the dungeons of the Keep itself! Soon, they will slay the defenders of the Black Soulstone and this world will be mine!"

Li-Ming sighs heavily. "It's always fucking something, isn't it."

"Foolish immortal! It probably took him a couple of minutes to get that set it up!" Thomas proclaims in a booming voice.