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The two weapons met with exacting precision, making contact, as the harmonic energies synchronized with the powers of the Ebony Blade. The spear converted itself into ethereal energy that flowed inti the blade, as Ciara's eyes widened in fear.

The Ebony Blade began to crack, exposing a glowing red core. The cracks spread up Ciara's body, as she stiffened and floated midair. A few seconds later, Ciara's body shattered in a crimson explosion, as the souls she consumed flew skyward, finally able to find rest. The Ebony Blade was no more.

Anton mumbled "we did it ... the cursed blade is no more."

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The barest whisper of a thank you echoed in Tsuyika's mind. Ciara spoke once more, saying "you have fulfilled my grand plan ... I thank you. Also ... the 38 years you have left to live ... don't squander it. I leave you with my phase sword, a relic that contains all my skills, which you are free to pass, when you finally leave this world."

"I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. To have stolen your innocence and time on this world. Yet, you are the only one who would have the strength to do this. Know that we all salute you."

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Vladimir ran over and hugged Sariel, saying "it's over! We won..."

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When Ciara died, Katherine was left lying in the snow, badly injured, bleeding internally. Yet, she wouldn't feel pain, or sorrow. A sort of warm feeling would encase her.

A strange entity, neither male or female, a being of pure light, with six wings from their back stood before her, invisible to all other people. It stretched out its arms and said "Katherine ... it's time for you to move on. Your fate was written, and you will be the unsung heroine of this."

"The 367 souls you collected ... they were the exact number needed to destabilize the blade for good. The blade is innately evil and inanimate. All this time ... I spoke to you. Come with me beyond the veil of life."

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Eddrick stood up from the foot of the Throat of the World, cracking his neck, checking that his neck wound had sealed up. He smiled as his blue eyes took on a crimson sheen, walking over and picking up Vladimir's original sword, for his weapons did not survive.

"Mother ... your grand dreams ... which I totally did not approve of. Still, I think the world is ripe for a new ruler, is it not? It's time for me to collect my beautiful queen, and we shall take what they took from you..."

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The Archmage of Winterhold smiled, as she watched the explosion from a distance. It signalled that the singular artifact that could slay the evil that she would soon unleash was destroyed.

Seathan knew who she was ... and of course, she knew him as well. It was why he joined the college in the first place. He probably deduced what she was about to do.

Yet, she was certain, he would be a recorder of events, like he always was. After all, he wrote stories, but didn't fight in them.