Look at you, mighty Radiant, Avatar of Light. You have come so far. From a lowly paladin hoping her hardest not to die in the searing pits below Canterlot to a demigod of the Sun charging forth with a divine force not unlike a collapsing star into the heart of death itself.
The guards inside look upon you in terror as you leap in.
Your eyes glow with the light of lights as you lift your hammer to the heavens. For a moment, reality itself stands still.
Yours is the weapon that will shatter the bindings of death.
You bring down the hammer, and it emits a massive blast.
Flesh explodes off bone, and bodies are flung across the room, through windows and even solid walls. The floor splinters into toothpicks and the doors are blasted off their hinges.
None can stand against the sun.
As the dust settles, you see some of the guards are still alive somehow. You blast the closest two away from you, but your flame does not quite reach its peak potential.>>64114
You dart out of the hole and bury your blades into two of the remaining guards, killing one.>>64116
Your whip ties itself around a guard as it is still airborne and with a wide arc you swing it around, smashing it into another guard, reducing both to gory mush.>>64118
Finally, you leap in and blast the remaining undead, sending their scattered remains around the walls.
The prisoners look at the display, mouths agape.
That was some crazy shit.
The way to the keep proper is now open.