The Light blazes with a furious golden-white fire, brightening all the world with its shining power. It is a banner, a beacon, a call, and a challenge not to be denied.
All the others find themselves battling nothing but mist and fog, as well as their own memory and fear. Over everything an awful and suffocating silence falls, blotting out all other sound as the Dark draws to itself everything that it can, everything that it is, and every scrap of power that it can build.
The built malice of thousands upon thousands of years of the Dark, now free from restraint and augmented to a degree by the wild anger and hatred that the White Rider had evoked, pulls together into one tall column of malevolence, poised and waiting.
And then it moves toward them, toward Will Stanton where he stands with his arm thrown up and the crossed-circle scar burning like cold fire before the fallen form of Bran Davies, in whose hand Caliburn lies sparking still, toward the winged shining figure that stands behind Merriman Lyon, here at the last now as he had been at the first, so long ago.
It comes for them in a murderous spinning pillar of fury, towering and wild , and the promise of the destruction of all existence is clear in its existence and seething chaos--
--and it falls upon them, striking with all its power at the burning golden shield held up in the Light's defiance and absolute renunciation of the Dark.
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All the others find themselves battling nothing but mist and fog, as well as their own memory and fear. Over everything an awful and suffocating silence falls, blotting out all other sound as the Dark draws to itself everything that it can, everything that it is, and every scrap of power that it can build.
The built malice of thousands upon thousands of years of the Dark, now free from restraint and augmented to a degree by the wild anger and hatred that the White Rider had evoked, pulls together into one tall column of malevolence, poised and waiting.
And then it moves toward them, toward Will Stanton where he stands with his arm thrown up and the crossed-circle scar burning like cold fire before the fallen form of Bran Davies, in whose hand Caliburn lies sparking still, toward the winged shining figure that stands behind Merriman Lyon, here at the last now as he had been at the first, so long ago.
It comes for them in a murderous spinning pillar of fury, towering and wild , and the promise of the destruction of all existence is clear in its existence and seething chaos--
--and it falls upon them, striking with all its power at the burning golden shield held up in the Light's defiance and absolute renunciation of the Dark.