After giving his instructions to the "sky," Sovell sensed the last wisp of magic power remaining within him, and stirred his will.
At last, he cast his final spell.
The clouds answered the King of the Wind's call. Raindrops slowly fell, sprinkling over the earth and cleansing its corruption.
Watching the soil come alive again, the King of the Wind smiled and, cradling the fragments of the Demon Sword, fell asleep forever.
At the third sunrise after the King of the Wind entered his eternal slumber, golden motes rose from the Witch of Dusk's charred "corpse." Beneath their light, the wounds on her "corpse" slowly healed, until her body seemed newly born.
In truth, Morgan had indeed been reborn.
The instant Sovell detonated the Holy Spear, her soul faced its radiance head-on. In that moment, the Witch of Dusk's personality, which had dominated her mind, perished utterly under the impact of its divinity.
But Britain's protection had not ceased.
Or rather, as long as the Island of Britain still existed in this world, its protection of Morgan would never end.
However, Sovell's strike, delivered at the cost of destroying the projection of the Holy Spear, briefly affected the true Holy Spear, shaking Britain itself.
And in that instant when Britain was shaken, the protection upon the Witch of Dusk failed.
Thus, the Witch of Dusk died, and the Lady of the Lake hidden beneath her took her place, awakening within this reborn body.
Morgan the enchantress bent down and gently stroked her junior fellow pupil's long hair, as lustrous as silver threads, her heart filling with tenderness.
Her delicate hand passed over Sovell's empty right eye socket. A moment later, the hideous scars on his eyelid vanished, and the hollow beneath it filled once more, flashing blood-red for