The backdraft of purified celestial energy was devastating to Grand Bishop Malakar. The dark necrotic magic that had unnaturally sustained his withered body for four decades was stripped away in an instant by the tidal wave of pure starlight. The black glass staff in his hands shattered into a thousand harmless splinters of sand. His blood-red robes crumbled into grey ash, leaving him slumped against the control altar as a…
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