"By the holiest of lights, let there be serenity and calm."
Father Pedri's voice carried through the forest as Holy power burst outward from him. The wave swept between the trees, passing through bushes, roots, and branches before spreading across the soil. Wherever the pale radiance reached, the dark haze hanging over the forest recoiled.
Every priest in Vlad's group turned toward him. One stopped casting entirely, while another stumbled over the prayer he had been reciting. A man they had never heard of, a priest from a small church that no longer existed, had just released enough Holy energy to cover half the battlefield. Father Pedri lowered his hands and looked toward them.
"Do not stop your own prayers. The corruption is still here."
