There's clearly no saving them. It's rough to see how twisted everyone is, how gone, but there's also nothing left to do save eliminate these cultists.

"I've my own magic," he says quietly as the green of Creation magic surrounds him and barriers go up around the group. "But thank you."

His staff gets pulled off his back before the glow of his hands turns to reds and oranges - fire. "Yell if you get hurt, especially if it's a cut. That will need to be seen to right away." Thankfully they've two healers here. It's not often this particular workload is shared, and he appreciates it.