The Zephyrim are divine destroyers, figures of fathomless passion and tenacity who cleave a righteous path through the hordes of the enemy. They soar across the firmament, seeking out those whose wickedness is the greatest affront to the faith, and there do they visit their wrath. With reaping arcs of their power swords the Zephyrim lop heads and sever limbs from the abominations before them. An acrid stench fills the air as flesh and metal are vaporised with every swing of the energy-wreathed blades. Screams of woe are drowned out by angelic singing and the thunderous blast of bolt pistols, and before the enemy corpses have hit the ground, the Zephyrim take to the skies once more.