Blade of Salvation

Tears streamed endlessly down Sybil's face. Her trembling hands never let go of the brilliant white blade buried deep inside Vex's chest. The battlefield had fallen silent. Even the feral rogues surrounding them had stopped moving, as though the very air had frozen.

The blade was unlike any weapon Magnus or Valera had ever seen. It was not forged from steel. Nor silver. Nor enchanted metal.

It was