The thunder that roars almost rattles the earth with its power, and as the blue lightning crackles along the sword Caliburn, wielded by Pendragon's blood, the wild howling scream that comes from the center of the Dark seems to tear the universe apart with pain.
The black roiling mist that defines by its very nature the absence of Light splits in two on either side of the shining blade, recoiling and drawing in upon itself as it gathers its strength after such a wound.
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Date: 2006-06-15 03:46 am (UTC)The black roiling mist that defines by its very nature the absence of Light splits in two on either side of the shining blade, recoiling and drawing in upon itself as it gathers its strength after such a wound.