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Happy monday!
You can see a gif with the process here .

ale-andaro wrote this great excerpt inspired by this image. Take the time to read it if you can:

"When the wraith’s ‘heart’ was finally pierced, it was as if, for the briefest of moments, time had stopped. The young boy was no longer assaulted from all sides and was left in awe as the undead abomination froze in place. The creature was shocked by what just occurred and his unholy might was fading away from the battlefield. His dark spells were breaking apart and the purple mist began dissipating. The air was becoming breathable again and it was no longer filled with malice. The battle was over ... but the same thing cannot be said about the danger.
It soon became evident how serious the situation was. The undead grasped its own pierced chest with one hand and screeched in agony as the dark energy surrounding its skeletal form began shifting erratically. There was no denying it: it was losing control of its own powers.
The young traveler became concerned as he witnessed the last struggles of the creature. The abomination began to flail around, its free arm banging wildly on the cavern walls. The scene was terrifying and it only got worse. The shattered ‘heart’ glowed with unnatural intensity, its reddish light piercing the darkness of the cavern. It was getting more unstable with each passing second and ever so closer to complete collapse.
The boy attempted to shield himself. He held his staff forward and covered his eyes with his other hand as the wraith’s core imploded. A shockwave of energy and light extended from the defeated undead abomination, shattering bone and stone alike. It hit the victor full force.

     He woke up to a cool feeling surrounding his body. His senses were numb and he couldn’t even feel his limbs. His eyes were closed and he was only on the verge of consciousness, but he could tell that he was standing in a pool of sorts. He wanted to know what is the substance surrounding him, he wanted to know whether he was still in the cave, he wanted to know what had occurred with him after the explosion struck him. Was he badly wounded? Was everything of himself accounted for? Was he even alive? A lot of question he had, but none he could answer. In his state he simply couldn’t. All he could do is wait.
    After only a few minutes the young traveler began to feel again. He was seriously worried about his own health, but one by one he began to feel everything: his arms, his hands, his feet, his aching head. His senses followed soon after. Light began to disturb his closed eyes, the sound of wind tickled his ears and he could clearly feel the dampness on his skin. He was glad. He was alive.
    He opened his eyes to find himself half in water, a true relief for him, and was surprised to see that he was no longer in a cave, but in a field covered in flowers. He was truly standing in a pool located somewhere in the middle. He rose himself to a standing position with his staff by his sides and took in the surroundings.
    He was in a valley of some sorts. The flower field was surrounded on almost all sides by tall rocks and cliffs. Before him was an opening in the rocks that led to a vast hill, just as covered in flowers as the one he’s in now.
    Although pleasantly impressed by the scenery, the boy was confused. He was sure the wraith exploded and that the resulting shockwave hit him full force. How did he survived? Was he even alive? He carefully checked himself and he found that he was still among the living. His confusion only deepened as he tried to understand what had occurred that he was transported from the cave to this field. Was it the energy the undead unleashed? Was it not as destructive as he originally thought?
    Among many others, there was one thing the young traveler knew clearly: trying to find out the answer now is pointless. There’s a chance he may never find out how, but at least he was certain the wraith is gone and the town has been saved. He rose to his feet and contemplated on what to do next. Perhaps he’ll take his time exploring these flower fields."

Description
Happy monday!
You can see a gif with the process here .

ale-andaro wrote this great excerpt inspired by this image. Take the time to read it if you can:

"When the wraith’s ‘heart’ was finally pierced, it was as if, for the briefest of moments, time had stopped. The young boy was no longer assaulted from all sides and was left in awe as the undead abomination froze in place. The creature was shocked by what just occurred and his unholy might was fading away from the battlefield. His dark spells were breaking apart and the purple mist began dissipating. The air was becoming breathable again and it was no longer filled with malice. The battle was over ... but the same thing cannot be said about the danger.
It soon became evident how serious the situation was. The undead grasped its own pierced chest with one hand and screeched in agony as the dark energy surrounding its skeletal form began shifting erratically. There was no denying it: it was losing control of its own powers.
The young traveler became concerned as he witnessed the last struggles of the creature. The abomination began to flail around, its free arm banging wildly on the cavern walls. The scene was terrifying and it only got worse. The shattered ‘heart’ glowed with unnatural intensity, its reddish light piercing the darkness of the cavern. It was getting more unstable with each passing second and ever so closer to complete collapse.
The boy attempted to shield himself. He held his staff forward and covered his eyes with his other hand as the wraith’s core imploded. A shockwave of energy and light extended from the defeated undead abomination, shattering bone and stone alike. It hit the victor full force.

     He woke up to a cool feeling surrounding his body. His senses were numb and he couldn’t even feel his limbs. His eyes were closed and he was only on the verge of consciousness, but he could tell that he was standing in a pool of sorts. He wanted to know what is the substance surrounding him, he wanted to know whether he was still in the cave, he wanted to know what had occurred with him after the explosion struck him. Was he badly wounded? Was everything of himself accounted for? Was he even alive? A lot of question he had, but none he could answer. In his state he simply couldn’t. All he could do is wait.
    After only a few minutes the young traveler began to feel again. He was seriously worried about his own health, but one by one he began to feel everything: his arms, his hands, his feet, his aching head. His senses followed soon after. Light began to disturb his closed eyes, the sound of wind tickled his ears and he could clearly feel the dampness on his skin. He was glad. He was alive.
    He opened his eyes to find himself half in water, a true relief for him, and was surprised to see that he was no longer in a cave, but in a field covered in flowers. He was truly standing in a pool located somewhere in the middle. He rose himself to a standing position with his staff by his sides and took in the surroundings.
    He was in a valley of some sorts. The flower field was surrounded on almost all sides by tall rocks and cliffs. Before him was an opening in the rocks that led to a vast hill, just as covered in flowers as the one he’s in now.
    Although pleasantly impressed by the scenery, the boy was confused. He was sure the wraith exploded and that the resulting shockwave hit him full force. How did he survived? Was he even alive? He carefully checked himself and he found that he was still among the living. His confusion only deepened as he tried to understand what had occurred that he was transported from the cave to this field. Was it the energy the undead unleashed? Was it not as destructive as he originally thought?
    Among many others, there was one thing the young traveler knew clearly: trying to find out the answer now is pointless. There’s a chance he may never find out how, but at least he was certain the wraith is gone and the town has been saved. He rose to his feet and contemplated on what to do next. Perhaps he’ll take his time exploring these flower fields."