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.