"When the threads of fate intertwine, witness the final dawn."
Roland's voice suddenly rose, ringing with the solemnity of a proclamation.
A blinding light burst from the hilt gripped in his hands, as if he were holding a star on the verge of exploding.
Countless fine streams of luminous Energy, like threads of fate, began to frantically weave and coil between him and the blade.
Avril shot her last arrow with all her might, then drew the Dagger at her waist and lunged, only to be casually blocked by Corellon.
Just then, Roland finally recited the last verse of the incantation.
"Thus, this is the blade that shatters all shackles,"
"The mirror that pierces illusion and reflects truth."
As the final verse rang through the sky like a sentence of judgment, the Moonlight Longsword in Roland's hand erupted.
It was no longer a surge of boiling, Blood-colored Fighting Spirit, but a torrent of endless, azure Wind Element.
