Fire flew from the tree line behind the group, bright red flames striking the undead from behind, the big abominations melting and falling to the ground, their hideous screamings filling the wood. Drum beats were heard, and cries were yelled. The smoke was thicker then it ever had been and the trees seemed to move away shying from the presence of such exuberance. The fire seemed to crawl across the ground, small rabbits of smoke and tinder licking at the trees and soon the small path of the forest was a clearing.

The warmth of the flames filled the heroes, the flames created a circle, and soon there was what looked like a cross between an angel and a man. It didn't speak, and just floated there with it's wings lightly carrying it in the air, flapping gently.