Kaelen continued his flight above the purified plains, each beat of his wings leaving behind a trail of radiant light.
The landscape, now renewed, breathed with new life — clear rivers reflected the sun, trees stood tall and proud, and the soil promised prosperity for the dragons who would soon settle there.
Yet Kaelen knew this calm was only temporary. The purified lands inevitably drew remnants of corruption and creatures that had not yet been completely eradicated. He had to remain vigilant, and every movement of his flight served both to inspect and to maintain the balance of the purifying light.
Suddenly, a cold and roaring gust swept through the air. Kaelen narrowed his eyes — on the horizon, a dark mass stirred across the plains. Stronger creatures, survivors of the previous curse, were advancing toward the heart of the purified lands. Their energy was twisted, unstable — as if evil itself sought to take root again.
Without a word, Kaelen dove. His wings cut through the air like twin blades. With each motion, a luminous aura radiated around him, instantly purifying every trace of corruption he touched. The monsters advanced, but every step he took on the ground seemed to burn them from within.
> "Let the will of the Lord strike these lands!" he cried, and the light emanating from him exploded outward, sweeping across everything in its path.
The creatures screamed, trying to resist, but none could escape Kaelen's pure power. His movements were precise, calculated — swift yet perfect. Wherever he passed, life returned instantly, and evil could not endure for even a heartbeat.
From afar, the other Guardians watched in silence.
Nysera murmured:
> "His speed is… unsettling. Even a fragment of that power would be enough to purify entire regions for us."
Calrik replied in a measured tone:
> "But he does not seek speed. He acts with precision — and with the weight of his loyalty to the Lord. That is Kaelen's true strength."
Kaelen completed his motion, and the army of monsters was annihilated before they could even touch the purified soil.
The sky above the plains was now clear, and divine light wrapped the land like a protective mantle.
> "My Lord…" Kaelen murmured into the wind, his voice carried by the currents to the other Guardians, "the lands are now safe. No evil shall enter them as long as I stand watch."
He rose higher once more, his wings drawing radiant arcs across the sky, and a respectful silence fell among the Guardians.
All knew that Kaelen's true power did not lie solely in his strength, but in his ability to purify and protect — unwavering in his devotion to their Lord's will.