"Holy Light!"
In the stronghold's main hall, Mandala once again pulled a Metal Rune from her robes, tossed it toward the distant Blood Race, and loudly chanted the activation phrase.
A ball of scorching Holy Light exploded in mid-air. Seven or eight members of the Blood Race shrieked and clutched at their eyes, which had been seared by the light. Large patches of their skin began to fester, and they soon followed in the footsteps of their comrades, incinerated by the Purifying Light until only charred remains were left.
Gunfire roared as countless Holy Silver Bullets rained down. However, the Cultist carrying the ammunition pack had just been killed by the Blood Count, so they quickly ran out of bullets.
