The light crashed into the dark mist and spread across the field like a wave. The beam grew brighter, so bright that everyone had to cover their eyes. It wasn't just light,it felt pure, holy, almost divine.
The miasma screamed as if it were alive, twisting and curling before it slowly vanished into thin air.
The beam spread farther, touching the soldiers and mages who were exhausted and wounded. Their bodies felt lighter and the pain along with exhaustion faded.
Their breath steadied. For the first time in hours, they could relax.
When the light finally began to fade, a new sight came into view. Through the glowing mist, several figures walked forward in a straight line.
They wore silver and gold armor that shone even under the weak sunlight. The emblems of the sun and the cross glimmered on their chests.
Martina and the others looked up, confused and curious. Riley squinted his eyes before finally realizing who they were.
