Velara spoke. Her voice was steady despite the drain.
"By the blood of the faithful and the will of the divine, I command the corruption beneath this ground to be unmade. Return to the void. You are not welcome in the Goddess's domain."
The light exploded downward.
It punched through the stone platform, through the cobblestones, through the foundations of the city itself. Golden radiance sank into the earth like water into sand, spreading outward in every direction, racing beneath streets and buildings and walls.
From below came the screeching.
Dozens of voices. Hundreds. Then thousands.
The thin, ragged shrieks of undead minions caught in holy fire, their corrupted forms dissolving as the light tore through the tunnel networks beneath Whisperfield. The sound rose through the stone and into the square, loud enough to make children cry and soldiers flinch.
Then it faded.
Silence.
