In fire

Fionn embedded his axe in the skull of a manikin made from the corpse of a long-time friend, then wheeled and scythed through a trio of vines as they sought him out. The Starchaser formation had crumbled more than a minute ago as it was unexpectedly attacked from inside, and every warrior now fought for themself; it would only be a few more minutes before the last of them succumbed. Even the mages raining spells down from above and the hulking, nigh-invulnerable gargoyles couldn't save his force now that their dead were being turned against them; every few seconds saw another friend or student fall and rise again as one of the undead. Still, every vine and manikin he and his warriors dispatched now was one less to attack the village in the next few days, so he continued to fight to the best of his ability.

Then, suddenly, every undead monstrosity on the hillside stopped, all at the same time. The air grew still and quiet for just a split second before a shriek, like a hunting eagle or hawk but a hundred times louder, rang out from the north, the direction of Bannagh Macht. One second of stillness passed, then, with the WHUMMMPH of a carefully-constructed bonfire catching alight all at once, a pillar of fire tore into the sky above the fallen city. As Fionn watched, dumbfounded, sheets of flame stretched out to the sides of the pillar, lifting into the air and then falling like great wings the size of the city itself. On the downstroke, the vines and manikins all around burst into flames. They burned unnaturally quickly into piles of white ash which billowed up into the sky, rising on waves of heat which nonetheless failed to harm any of the Starchasers. The ash began falling back to the ground like snowflakes as the wings curled up, almost defensively, around the hill at the center of the city, dispelling the heavy mist and fog as they passed through the streets of Bannagh Macht, then vanished. Even as the brilliant afterimage began to fade from his sight, Fionn received a prompt -- and so did every single other person in the entire Realms.

A new Age has come!

A true Miracle has been performed for the first time in over half a millennium. The Chosen champion of a deity has channeled divine energy to cleanse the world of an ancient evil and return the dead to life. A new Age is upon the Realms! The Godless Age is naught but history; today is the first day of the Age of the Chosen!

"Just what in the Nine Hells and Seven Mounting Heavens are you, boy?" The old warrior muttered, "You have really put your hoof in the shit now, Aidan Lostlorn. I only pray, for your sake, that you can weather the storm this will create. Such a declaration of power..." With a final, resigned shake of his head, Fionn turned and began issuing orders to the remnants of the Starchaser warriors. He could not afford to assume that all of the foul creatures controlled by the Taig were destroyed along with it; they would be busy patrolling the hills around the city for weeks, and he had far fewer fighters to do it with than he had hoped to.