“This was your father’s,” the old man says, offering her a sword hilt.

The barbarian sorceress lifts it. “There’s no blade.”

“It burned only for him. But perhaps—”

There’s a “Znikt” as an energy blade springs forth, luminous as the sun.

“Lords of Light!” she exclaims.

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