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