Devistation Unbound

'There is a reason that this spell is called a Hell Ball.' Erik thought, as he launched it over the shoulders of Jacob and amoungst the demon horde, letting a single vial follow through its trail.
'It has all the fury of it...'

And then the ball detonated.

The room was suddenly filled with a casscade of white hot fire, lightning, acid, ice shards well bellow 0C, Thrown as far as possible by a burst of psychic power that unleashed a storm of kinetic energy and tore through the minds of the affected. The building shook and small cracks appeared everywhere, and the stones directly under the blast became compact powder. And at the same moment, the Shockwave was filled with some of the utmost representations of good, the shockwave wasn't clear, but the pure white light of hope and blessing.

Were one to say a god stopped by to smite everybody in the room they would be a little accurate. Aleandrea was as potent as the weakest gods, and up there with demi-gods.
And she was supported by the magic of others.