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Accept the blessing of the Solar Throne, Luna of the Imperium.
No!
[Terrorblade] Little better than an animal hunted by your lessers.
Child of the Moon.
[Mirana] Those are my terms.
[Hieronimo clears throat]
[screams]
She would never accept a horror created in her name.
[Seneschal Ekur] The Seventh Legion reports they have yet to receive
[roars]
[Mirana] Dragon Knight.
-It's just a bunch of rocks. -[Davion] Pack up the camp.
Speak the words.
[sentimental music]
[Invoker] The Forge channels the dragons' power.
Praise the Moon of Mene.
Oh, yes. For a moment, you were feared.
[Luna] By the time we reached the first enclave, we started to see them.
The demon who laid waste to the Nightsilver Woods wants it badly.
You have to be who you are.
You asked me to save them, and so I have, and now I ask you to give them a purpose.
She is my friend.
[Luna] My Lost Legion. Many have fought for you already.
There is no war here, no death, no suffering.
She cannot be other than what she is.