The battle between Will and Valacirca rages on. Will has exhausted his strength and depleted his mana, his companions have fallen, and his beloved weapon, Pale Moon, is broken. Then, just when the situation is looking dire...
On my sword, on the light,
،بسيفي، بالنّور
Ich schwöre auf mein Schwert,
auf das Licht,
Juro por mi espada, por las luces
Juro por mi espada, por las luces
Je jure sur ma lame, sur ma déesse
Lo giuro sulla spada,
Pela minha espada, pela luz,
Силой этого меча и света,