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Splinters of it struck the top of the obelisk so that it began to
glow an iridescent yellow. Sparks flew from the top of it as
the wind picked up, swirling down around the shaft of the
obelisk, whipping at the clothing, the robes, and the
pennants of the Queen's army. The booming grew until it
sounded like the dirge of a giant base drum. A crashing
sound that rocked the ground, sending vibrations through it.
Suddenly, a formation of soldiers appeared at the base
of the obelisk. Each was dressed in glowing black armor
matching that worn by the Dark Queen, and each soldier
carried a silver broadsword as he fanned outward. Ignoring
the coming storm, they hacked their way into Huma's army,
killing his troops quickly, forcing them back to retreat.
Around them, the Queen's soldiers who had been killed
earlier seemed to come to life again. Dead men trailing
blood, missing limbs, stood, raised their weapons high, and
attacked again. Gory horrors on their feet, shrieking with
inhuman voices, waving their weapons over their heads.
Attacking. Chopping. Killing.
With a cry of rage, of despair, Hu a lowered his
dragonlance and the silver beast under him leaped forward.
With a roar of anger, the knights joined him, urging their
horses onward
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