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From the crystal ring there pours forth a torrent of energy, a crackling vortex of evil power that whirls around and around the wall of the circular shaft as it slowly descends towards you. Tugging the Sommerswerd from its scabbard, you hold the golden blade aloft and brace yourself for the moment the two powers collide. The tip of the swirling vortex is drawn to your blade like lightning to a conductor, and upon the instant it touches the tip, there is a blinding flash. An electrifying jolt runs through your body and a deafening screech splits the air. For a terrifying moment the tip of the Sommerswerd becomes molten and begins to lose its rigidity; then there is another flash, and the power of the ring rebounds from your divine blade and returns towards its source, conquered and repelled by the goodly might of the Sword of the Sun.
For an instant you glimpse the Prince’s face—it is a mask of abject terror. Then the vortex reaches him and, in an instant, he is swallowed up by a whirlwind of supernatural fire.
‘So perish all who serve the Dark God!’ you scream, elated by your victory over the evil Prince Lutha.
