Wei Song turned his palm upward. A ball of incandescent white light condensed, expanding to the size of his fist.
With a wave of his arm, the ball of light shot high into the air and detonated.
An endless torrent of light poured down like a giant brush, scrubbing the last vestiges of shadow and filth within a three-thousand-meter radius into pure white.
The sizzling sound of Purification was incessant.
With each Thermonuclear Explosion, the concentration of corruption inside the Rift dropped by an order of magnitude.
The Cultists' camp had long since been reduced to dust, not even Ashes left behind.
It had been completely vaporized in the first explosion.
What remained was the more hidden, more stubborn corruption.
It had seeped deep into the Earth, coiled around the edges of spatial fissures, and burrowed like roots into the World Origin of this Rift.
But Wei Song had patience. And... enough Thermal Energy.
