Bang.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
Boom... boom...boomboom... boomboomboomboomboomboomboomboombooomboom...
He stands alone, longsword still sheathed on his back, hands hidden inside his cloak of sable ermine.
And what do you hold in those hands, Hand of Life, great conquering killer of men and monsters and daimons and elves and dead ones and those ancient ones who first raised them?
Kilhorn's hiss is slow and patient and suspicious of all things, but especially this one.
The Nightblade thirsts for him, thirsts for him above all others, and Godric can taste its thirst, but suddenly its thirst is not his own. In this high and lonely place, he can nearly feel his way back to the other high and lonely place, that place and time where his broad shoulders stoop beneath the weight of a city and many other heavy things.
But did they not bear such a weight before? It is a new voice, and yet it is one the warrior once known as Torxanib Godric Tórrarin , the Dukeslayer, Margrave of Taop once knew.
He stands with Godric now, and Kilhorn sees him not.
The Shadowless Sword is a sword with no shadow.
This is the First Tenet of the Shadowless Sword.
Let this Tenet be understood before continuing to the Second.
Tonight, the shadow of his sword is cast by fire from the heavens.
Bang.
