The Tree of Light radiated purifying power like a beacon.
The corrupt soldiers closest to the tree immediately began to flee, writhing in agony as the pure light burned the corruption from their systems.
Screams that weren't completely human filled the air as the abyssal transformation began to disintegrate against their will.
Coleoran, or what remained of him, writhed against the roots.
His body, swollen and deformed by concentrated corruption, convulsed violently as the tree's light attacked every corrupt fiber of his being. It was like watching someone being electrocuted, but the pain was spiritual as much as physical.
The tree's roots continued expanding, brilliant filaments of pure light that sank into the corrupt earth like healing fingers.
Each tendril carried cleansing force that promised to restore what had been twisted, to bring light back to places where only darkness had reigned.
In the sky, Victor and the flying soldiers allowed themselves a moment of triumph.
