Breath of new life
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The Helmlands shines with an unnatural blinding light, the cries of thousands of beasts echoing across the realm as their bodies blister and melt to the hymns of light and balance. The cries of Hornam the Wretched shattering glasses and windows miles away..
Softly, the angelic hymns ends and as if the lands themselves released a sigh.. a soothing flow of magic runs through the weave of the helmlands once more. Like rushing water, the blinding light warps.. merging with the weave. The wild magic washes away as the light and land merges, whilst the weave repairs and restores with more and more power. Arcanists across the realm feeling the rush of pure magic flowing freely once more. Soft rays of the sun graces the Helmlands, spores freely growing across the once barren land as they burst from the corpses of the fallen from the recent events.
