Rox gave a long, low whistle as she surveyed the carnage unfolding before her.
The entire surrounding was alight in holy fire—white, pure, and searing enough to turn the surrounding mist translucent.
Banshees burned everywhere her eyes landed, their twisted, shriveled silhouettes writhing violently before collapsing into heaps of black dust.
The scent of scorched corruption filled the air, thick and metallic, mingling with the ozone from Kraus's lingering electricity.
"What a sight!" Rox said, her tone light aloof and relieved.
She twirled both of her blasters in a smooth spin around her fingers before holstering them on either side of her belt.
There was no longer any need for her to act.
The rain of holy droplets still poured down like divine judgment, each drop sizzling as it struck corrupted flesh.
Even those that tried to crawl or drag themselves away were burned mid-scream, their ashes scattering into the winds.
