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“As I looked, behold, a storm wind was coming from the north, a great cloud with fire flashing forth continually and a bright light around it, and in its midst something like glowing metal in the midst of the fire.” 222 more words
Past the clearing, the Man in White was gone. But..
Lordfeng recognises Him instantly. Not by the crown he is wearing but by the massive 2handed blade he holds..Excalibur. 337 more words
It was the wee hours of the morning when lordfeng was startled by soft galloping footsteps outside his tent. He picked up his Sword resting next to him instinctively and move silently towards the entrance. 297 more words