When the first rays of sunlight fell through the torn veil of night, all of Banks City seemed like a world apart.
The streets were broken and scarred by war. Everywhere, civilians knelt and wept, feeling the sunlight on their skin and remembering the despair of the past three days. Their unsteady tears trickled from the corners of their eyes.
Though they had lost the light for only three days, every survivor in East Prussia had, in the truest sense, crawled out of hell.
They had every reason to praise the sun that day. The enormous steel warship floating high above was unsettling, but compared to the endless night, whatever came next would be a blessing from fate.
The soldiers of the Pioneer Legion were no different.
Many of them had fought the crazed monsters in the dark without fear. But when sunlight poured down again, announcing the end of the nightmare, those stalwart warriors dropped their weapons like kobolds with their toes stepped on, covered their eyes, and let out feeble cries.
They had every reason to grieve, too.
Everyone had lost something in the past three days of battle, something that would affect the rest of their lives.
Just outside Banks City, at the edge of the area once covered by the Radiant Artifact, Loren leaned on his battle-axe and panted as he watched the remnants of darkness torn apart without mercy by the light streaming down from the sky. The horrors lurking within fled in terror, only to be swallowed by the light that clung to them like a shadow. They screamed and fell to their knees, then were hacked to pieces by the soldiers charging after them.
Even the most vicious Chaos spawn feared sunlight that could not harm them. It meant the hours of Chaos's