She accelerates, and takes her sword in both hands.

Alva drew her sword back and crouched low.

It's too much of a risk staying outside of it. Alva summoned her magic and invoked the Goddess, alloying the two powers. Art of Stepping: Radiant Burst

Light flooded the ground around her and propelled her forward with the speed of an arrow. She flew, gathering light into her sword, and fixed her eyes on the Shroud. It was slow to react and Alva reached the wall before it could do anything to stop her. She swung about, her sword tearing through a dozen tendrils in a heartbeat. She kept swinging, tearing through two meters of Shroud before coming out the other end.

A black mist hung in the air inside the Shroud, and for a moment Alva felt a spike of worry, but it recoiled from the light of her blade. It's alive?

Alva landed and swiftly sank the tip of her blade in the ground behind her. She slashed a crescent behind her and a line in front, "I claim this land for the Goddess, and beg succor for the helpless and for the weak."

Light flashed out, creating a pillar that pierced the Shroud above and drove the Miasma away. Alva smiled softly as the miasma was purged from her body. She looked around, her marked eye shining as she sought out the source of the darkness. A dozen tendrils shot from the inner wall of the Shroud, but each of them missed their mark; The miracle of Sanctuary would allow no harm to come to her while she stood in it, nor any kind of poison or corruption.

But, to Alva's distress, the Shroud above was already repairing itself, and the pillar of light was falling. "The corruption is so strong."

Moaning and the sounds of fucking filled the Shroud, and the scent of sweat and sex was cloying. A dozen figures were approaching Alva's Sanctuary with hard cocks and wet cunts. Their eyes were wild with need, the corruption in them so strong that it was nearly visible to Alva's unmarked eye. Alva drew a brace of blessed darts; triangular pieces of steel engraved with the sigil of the Goddess, and readied herself.

One of the brands on her back lit up like a star as she spoke, "I fight by the Will of the Goddess."

She vanished from sight in a flash of light, bits of earth flying up as she skid past the group. A dozen darts struck with rock-shattering ****, taking the corrupted in their legs and arms and shoulders. They flashed and Alva screamed out. "Be bound by the chain of heaven!"

The darts exploded and the fragments struck the ground. Strings of light connected them and held their victims frozen. Alva caught her sword, having thrown it as she moved, and started towards the source of darkness. A bone-deep exhaustion, different from bodily fatigue, was building in Alva's body from the miracles but there was no time to rest.

As she moved, she saw the shroud shifting, and she realized her ordeal was far from over.