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Then suddenly, it exploded, blowing apart in a blinding
flash of blue-white light.
The force of the concussion knocked Huma, and those
with him, from their feet. Tiny bits of obsidian rained down
on them, kicking up dust on the distant hills like the first
drops of rain after a summer drought. Stunned by all he had
seen, Huma lay staring at the clearing sky as the clouds
overhead melted away until he was staring into the
deepening of the heavens, studded with thousands of stars.
The Dark Queen, like the obsidian obelisk, was gone.
There were bits of the tower scattered all over the plain, but
nothing was left of the Queen. She had been banished when
the obelisk had exploded in fire and light.
With the silver-haired woman's help, Huma sat up.
Before him was a smoking crater where the obelisk had
been. Around it were the bodies of his men killed by the
Queen's army, but her soldiers, living and dead, were all
gone, washed away in the flash of light and smoke and fire
that had destroyed the obelisk and the Dark Queen's evil
power.
Slowly, those of Huma's men who still lived got to their
feet. They were a tired, bloodstained and mud-splattered lot
who stared at the crater
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