The Old Guardian was facing
Adrana,
Casting her a mistrusting gaze.
The Old Guardian deals the first
blow — weapons clash,
A fierce storm of attacks breaks out.
Saneday and Barändir go near
the jewel,
An artifact set in a stone.
The Old Guardian resists
Princess Adrana’s relentless assaults
and magic.
The Old Guardian draws on his
ancient power,
Deadly bows start raining down
on her.
«Don't let me down!»
When Saneday and Barändir pry
the pearly orb out of its craked
pedestal,
A swarm of shadows is suddently
conjured, shrouding and assaulting them.
«Nebulae se colligunt,
prusias!»
Remember the fate of Prusias!
Nightmarish wraiths —
immaterial strikes which pierce the lost
soul, rather than flesh.
Saneday’s memories
are coming from a forgotten
time;
Prusias was then a young city
The Tryons were ruling Elhanor.
The Old Guardian falls,
A deep, open wound
Glaring on his side,
His flank badly torn…
Soon, Saneday is holding the
precious orb,
Having overcome memories
of old.
Darkness becomes Light,
The four Leodran envoys reconvene
out of the cave.
The four Leodram envoys:
«Wij zullen op het imperium
lopen!»
The Ice People rises again.
Adrana, we pledge allegiance
to you;
Our army will be heard in all of Elhanor.