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In the growing terror which the darkness had brought, light shone down on Dridell once again as Adaria descended the mountainside. The Morningstar, famed for its prowess at the Battle of the Dawn, shone once again with renewed power in the hands of the rightful heir to the Dridellian throne.
All eyes turned towards her as she entered Danestia once again, the weapon of legend in her hands. Everyone gawked at it, enamored by the sight. The blade shone with a pale blue light, and even though it was hardly about to strike anyone, it trembled as though it was itching to slay some foul beast, or lay waste to an army of ten thousand.
Master Khofi and all the High Mages knelt before its might, as did the rest of the druids. Even Queen Siena, who recoiled at the sight of the sword which ha
