"At no time have I ever restricted which deity the people of this land may worship, whether it is Yavanna, the Giver of All Fruits, who shelters all growing things, Oromë, the great knight who loves steeds and hounds, trees and forests, or any other being of great power."
"But that absolutely does not include our enemy, Morgoth, who poisons the world!"
Allen's voice grew louder with every sentence. By the time he reached his final shout, even the brief rumble of thunder could serve only as accompaniment.
At that moment, raindrops shimmering with blue light began to fall, enveloping everyone present like a thin blue mist.
"He may have other names-the Master of All Things, the Giver of Freedom-but those are all lies. He once had only one name: Tyrant Melkor. And his most faithful servant, our great enemy of darkness today, has spread outrageous lies in my city, planting the seeds of utter destruction among my people. He may possess immense power, but worshipping him brings only suffering and ruin, for he disregards promises and has no honor. He is an evil god who satisfies himself through destruction and devastation."
As the rain drifted down, Allen's voice initially brimmed with anger. He spoke of Morgoth's true nature and described the consequences of worshipping darkness.
"If you still cherish the life you have now, treasure the family beside you, and are still willing to follow me toward a better future, then take off your jewelry. It harbors exceedingly wicked magic that influences your minds every moment. I can help you break free of it, but that will only be temporary. You must walk the rest of the road yourselves."
Then a trace of compassion entered the authority in Allen's voice. He hoped that, once freed from the magic, the