Finally as the last blast of fire and wind magic leaves my hand, I watch and feel the angry gods retreat from these lands. Giving me a much needed chance to rest and to recover my stolen breath. Still feeling their angry eyes upon me as I stand up and gather my magic for strong spell. Focusing on creating floating balls of fire and forcing them to be filled with purifying magic. Straining me greatly due to the effort I was forced to use against them.

"Here we go.", I whisper to myself as I begin the ritualistic dance.

Swaying to and fro, gently shuffling my feet at first. Taking short strides, before the dance really begins. Bouncing and turning, making the grass green fire dance with me. Slowly pushing it out further and further from it to reach the edges of the lands I'm on. Each ball of flame bounces, sways,shoots about in a mystical manner for hours on end. imbuing my magic into the land itself, making it to where the dark ancient gods can never be on ever again.