The strike force, a formidable group of warriors and mages, set out for the ravaged village, their hearts heavy with grief and their minds filled with a burning desire for vengeance. Lysander, at the forefront, his heart ablaze with the light of the Sunstone, led them through the desolate landscape, the echoes of the massacre still hanging heavy in the air.
Upon reaching the village, they found a scene of utter devastation. Houses lay in ruins, the air thick with the stench of blood and smoke. The villagers, those who had survived the attack, were huddled together, their faces etched with grief and fear.
Lysander, his resolve hardening, vowed to avenge the fallen. He led his forces into the surrounding forest, tracking the Serpent's Coil cultists. They encountered fierce resistance, battling through waves of fanatical warriors, their eyes glowing with a dark, unnatural light.
Lysander, channeling the power of the Sunstone, unleashed a torrent of light, cutting through the enemy ranks like a scythe. His allies, inspired by his courage and the brilliance of his attacks, fought with renewed vigor.
The battle raged for hours, the ground littered with the fallen. Finally, with a thunderous roar, Lysander unleashed a devastating blast of energy, shattering the cultists' defenses and routing the remaining forces.
Though victory was hard-won, the cost was high. Many of their allies had fallen, their sacrifices a stark reminder of the enemy's strength and the dangers that lay ahead.