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You stand, transfixed for a moment, before turning to the High Priestess.
"Akara, now is the time I am in the most need of one of your abilities."
The woman looks at you, gripping her white mithril staff.
"Ever since I first met you, you have displayed pride in your own capability and arrogance to those who lacked it. Show me now, High-Priestess, that I was wrong to think you vain, and I shall prasie your skill until my last breath."
"Be our light of hope, High-Priestess, when no other can be!"
The woman seems unsure for a moment, before her grip on the staff tightens audibly.
"Y-yes... My Lord."
She rises from Ogden's still unconscious form, and raises her staff into the air. The brilliant amethyst affixed to its end begins to shine like the sun, filling the dark night with its glow.
"To me, Paladins!" She cries, the light growing brighter and brighter, and soon, ten armored figures stand beside her, weapons drawn.
"Begone from this place, spirits! In the name of the light, I banish you!"
The light from her staff increases in intensity, and the wraiths begin to scream in pain and rage.
"THE POWER OF THE LIGHT COMPELS YOU!"
And with that, she slams the end of her staff to the earth, and a massive shock wave rumbles out from it, along with a pulse of light. The shades are evaporated by it as if they were nothing but mist before a hurricane, and when it is all over, the very earth still glows with a soft, blue light.
She turns to you, panting.
"I... trust that... that was... acceptable?"