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Darkness enveloped all, time itself seemed to blur. When Moanda glimpsed light once more, the surroundings had changed dramatically.
A pale purple moon hung in the sky, an invisible force following the moonlight, shining on the grey earth. A river of lava divided different regions, its intense heat reminding Moanda of the sun above the heavens.
Indeed, the elf did not know that it was originally a part of the sun.
Beyond the river of fire and the Nether Moon, Moanda saw beings that were neither living nor dead wandering aimlessly not far from the ground. They emitted a negative aura, provoking an instinctive aversion in the elf. She detested the sensation of being at odds with life, thus she extended her hand, and with divine power flowing, mercilessly snuffed out the soulfire burning within their skulls.
It was Moanda's first time using divine power against foes, and although they were only mortals, her spirits were nonetheless lifted considerably.
