All That Is Evil Is Not Dark/Chapter 16

Darin would ever wonder just what happened in Tralin that day; he had never seen its like before and he prayed not to see its like again. A machine of pure fury, he cut a swath through the undead like so much offal. He cast bolt after bolt of the bright mix of fire and air known as solar flare.

During his training, Darin had learned the spell, but he could not cast it even once without being exhausted. With the effects of Metanoia in full force, however, Tralin cast them by the dozens if not hundreds. Everywhere he went, undead fell. It was perhaps the ensuing mass panic and fleeing from that daylight that should not be that saved Tralin's life. Demoralized and lacking direction, a very large number tried to flee, but found the army of Stone Deep meeting them at one side and the army of Deren on the other. As the few intelligent undead were brought down, the remaining undead lost any sense of direction and indeed self-preservation and the armies, heartened by their apparent great victory, followed Tralin's direction, utterly destroying any trace of undeath and undead activity.

Delnar fought some of the undead that came close and sought to go wear down the listless, but Darin and Myr restrained him. "You will be mistaken for the enemy, and for the enemy there is no survival and no life this day."

Delnar looked at them then. "Death is welcome."

"Perhaps, but it shall not come by friendly fire in the heat of battle." Darin was matter-of-fact and as he was the acting superior of the Derenian military, Delnar obeyed him, though he found himself wondering, now that he could think, how the Vandarian had gone from being the head secretary of the leader of the enemy to the commander of the Derenian forces.

"I remember you," Delnar said then. "You have changed."

Darin looked at the death knight. "So have you."

Delnar merely grunted and then, seeing Tralin collapse, rushed from Darin's side in spite of the expressed sentiment.