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