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. The lance, forged over the
fires of dwarves, forged with the Hammer of Kharas by
dwarves, was more than an ordinary weapon. It had a
strength of its own. Designed to kill dragons, it held an
internal power that was now directed against the obelisk. A
power that could destroy the largest of monsters. A power
that was stronger than that of the Dark Queen.
Huma grinned then and saw that the glow had faded
from the top of the obelisk. There was a rumbling in the
ground, as if the tower were trying to shake the lance from
its side like an animal chewing at an arrow in its flank.
Cracks, bathed in a cold, blue light appeared, radiating
outward from the point where the lance was buried in the
obsidian surface. There was a roaring, like a gale through
trees, as the cracks expanded up and down the side of the
obelisk from the top to the bottom.
The Queen turned, saw the damage, and knew what it
meant. She knew that the source of her sudden power, of
her impossible victory, was being destroyed. She screamed,
"Nol NO! It's too late!"
But even as she shouted, the cracks widened and chunks
of the obsidian broke loose, falling in slow motion. A
rumbling, like all the thunder ever heard, washed over the
soldiers of both armies, as bigger pieces of the tower fell;
the top of the obelisk collapsed inward with a demonic roar
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