In columns of two they strode to the edge of the Mist. Today would be the grand reckoning, the moment the heart of the pine would pour forth an amber hue. Swords drawn, a quiet before the call came. We waited that terrible word to charge forth into the Mist. But instead of the terrible word, something beyond comprehension occurred above. Of one gathered eye we all peered into the heavenly light appearing.
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