A bluish-white mist drifted among the shattered ruins of the tower. Jaheira stood high upon a broken stone staircase, her dark green cloak billowing in the night wind like a living thing. The silver bells on the hilt of her scimitar chimed crisply as she raised her hand.
Seeing the pale Dragonborn walking at the head of the group, a flicker of nostalgia for the past crossed her eyes.
She quickly composed herself, smiling at the Dragonborn who had stepped before her. "Freed from the shadow's grasp, she shall slowly rise in the radiance of the moon, forging a brilliant path and bringing a second death to all things cursed."
Chapter 108