The Breaking Dawn

The land was cast in shadows. The ground was so cold that no life could grow. The corrupted were confident. Their victory seemed at hand, and the Gods' children defeat. The rays of the new dawn cut through the darkness, melting away the ice. Recoiling with fear, the twisted began to flee back into the shadows. Invigorated by the warmth of this new dawn, the Gods' children rise to their feet once more. Each warrior raised his weapon above himself and let out a roar. With the return of the light, the Gods had signaled their time was now. The sound of their boots echoed across the land as they began to advance. The rays of the new dawn cut through the darkness, melting away the ice. Recoiling with fear, the twisted began to flee back into the shadows. Each twisted creature touched by the dawn's rays erupted in flames. Screeching in agony as the light of the Gods cleansed them. The evil they served, unable to shield them, retreated. Their bodies purified settled as ashes into the soil. The rays of the new dawn cut through the darkness, melting away the ice. Recoiling with fear, the twisted began to flee back into the shadows. As the sun climbed higher into the sky ever, more of the land was cleansed. The Gods' chosen moved forward, bringing the light to every corner of the land. The warmth and love of the Gods spreading out to all. The lands cleanse the Gods' chosen begin to sing in thanks.