Sarkina stood amidst the chaos, her wings radiating a blinding holy light that pulsed like waves across the battlefield. The undead Leviathan demons, still reeling under the torment of the forbidden treasure, were powerless to resist the surge of purity. Their rotted, formidable forms crumbled as the light engulfed them, their bodies turning to ash and scattering into the void.
"Glory to Lucifer, the Morning Star!" Sarkina declared with fervent joy, her voice echoing across the expanse. "He who gave us light, he who gave us strength! Witness the magnificence of his will!"
Serathion landed beside her, his armor scorched but intact. He watched the ash drift into the wind and spoke cautiously. "Lady Sarkina, are they… truly gone?"
