They had set the dark mountain on fire to show their power to the peoples of Girdlegard; even non-combustible elements had been transformed into sheets of bright flame. The elf touched the rock reverently and scratched off some of the sooty deposit. Underneath, the stone was a startling white: the eoîl had driven out the evil and replaced it with purity. Only such pristine stone was fitted for the new holy shrines and palaces. “A wonderful place to rest,” said Itemara next to him. She was a member of the warrior division he was taking to Toboribor on the orders of their princess. “It’s amazing that no one else has discovered the beauty to be found here.” “But how could they?” Limasar, the leader of the troop, looked at the elf-woman. “They think the place is cursed. Whereas, of course, nowhere is purer. It has been purified, cleansed right down to the depths of the earth.” He raised his arms. “Can you imagine the magnificent palace we shall build for the eoîl and Rejalin?”
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