The whole of Sylvastein was illuminated in green.
The dark night had vanished, and the choking chill that the darkness brought with them had been replaced by warmth.
The people of Sylvastein had never felt so alive. An incredible amount of vigor was coursing through their veins.
Their wounds had healed and mended, their pain gone. The fear of the creatures of darkness that had once gripped their spines had also vanished, replaced by hope. The darkness creatures had been reduced to ichor and gore that painted the ruined streets black.
Regardless, despite the utter devastation around them, none seemed to be focused on it.
All eyes were fixed on the distant sky, where a pillar of light tore up the heavens as though a god was returning to his rightful position.
A presence filled each of their hearts, one that they had never felt before.
