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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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When the smoke cleared there was a quiet, understanding celebration.

The void melted into nothing and the bodies of the corrupted turned into ash and bone. The only thing that remained on the battlefield were the remains of what once was. The void, whatever it was, could not rebuild from nothing. It was a taint, a corruption from a place that was not of this world. The soldiers who survived the rush of corrupt goblins and roclings nearly fell to their knees. The remaining hunters finally were allowed a moment of rest. But just a moment. All of them were aware that the pyromancers would have more tasks soon enough and that another fight was on the next horizon. But for now, moments later after the final rush there was peace.

It didn’t look like much of a peace. But they could get their bearings while the pyromancer in charge of the flame, the master pyromancer, prepared his thoughts and his stamina for the next day. The reprieve might’ve felt empty. Only a few of the hunters returned to Uhladein where they had met, albeit briefly, before the fight began.

But that was the reality of the world.





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