The music felt like clear springs and streams flowing through a mountain ravine, and its manifested magic was much the same-
Water-blue light gradually formed visible streams alongside the music, flowing outward from every side of the Frontline Base.
The clear water reacted with the grayish-brown creep and the eggs within it, sending up white smoke as though someone had poured water over lime.
The creep seemed to have the advantage, but the streams kept coming, forcibly suppressing it in a very short time.
Nature's fresh, moist vapor suppressed every unnatural, foul presence and sought to eradicate their sources entirely.
Aili, an elf of the Orpheus Family, held her harp as she sat sidesaddle on a unicorn, slowly making her way out of the Frontline Base.
The unicorn's mane was as smooth as flowing moonlight, and the horn on its forehead flashed intermittently, seemingly spreading the music farther.
With every step, delicate flowers and grasses sprouted beneath its hooves. As it advanced, they soon grew into a flower-lined path.
Throughout this, Aili played her harp without pause, continually scattering streamlike notes that formed an intricate, enormous magic array.
But a closer look revealed that she was not actually playing it herself. A figure behind her, seemingly formed from sunrise and morning mist, was doing the playing.
Behind the unicorn appeared a winged pegasus carrying a young man dressed in red vestments.
Light flickered ceaselessly behind him, and from it emerged one paladin after another, likewise riding pure-white pegasi and wearing silver armor.
Silent yet as tall and steadfast as silver mountains, these knights followed Aili on her unicorn and slowly departed the Frontline Base.
They advanced with the streams and music, and all the filthy creep and menacing wyverns burned to ash in the holy light radiating from them.
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