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Beneath the blood-red glare of the crimson moon,

which throws its light across all fated battlefields,

Zelretch raised the Sword of Legend

to slay at last the accursed Nocturnal One

The esoteric blade with no imitators,

gore and viscera stain its jeweled majesty

as it is driven again and again

into the breast of the vampiric scum

who withers around its peerless might

Zelretch – walk among the worlds

Zelretch – the Second Magic calls

Zelretch – conduit of light

Zelretch – draw their feral blood

In the hands of one whose blood radiates

with ancestral power and arcane energy,

the blade radiates kaleidoscopically

and carves merciless

into the flesh of the diseased, vampiric monstrosity

The rites required to craft a weapon so formidable

are entrusted to those only with unparalleled potential in magecraft

and so the replica is forged

to pierce the sickness of night once more