Balen’s grip tightened and he thrust the Sword of Light forward, piercing the Dark Lord's chest. Krix arched back, empty eyes wide and suddenly child-like as he burst in a release of all-consuming divine quintessence.
Where once had stood a mountain peak, only a molten plateau remained.
Silent.
Deserted.
Safe.
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