Daeron watched the Warden commander fall, to the ground. He buried his sword in darkspawn and ran, nothing else matter right now he moved standing over Celica's body he gripped a Dark spawns blade hacking and slashing ruthlessly as he defended her. He prayed to Dread Wolf for the strength to carry on, to crush his foes and then take her back to Ferelden. The woman who had ended the blight and saved the world, she deserved and right now he going to stand and protect her. If she was dead, he would give her a heroes funeral and let them bury her alongside the other four who would never be forgotten. If she lived he would climb the mountain and get a pinch of Sacred Ashes, Maker's temple be damned.

Daeron was alone protecting her body as cut them down, Beaky soaring over head ripping away any Darkspawn that dared go for his blind spots. He screamed as if an animal cutting down any tainted creature that got to close in his minds he heard the words, his vow repeated over and over again. [i]In peace, vigilance. In war, victory. In death, sacrifice.[/i] The words repeated growing louder, soon he began to yell them. A cry to arms, to let every Warden here now right now they would fight and die heroes or they would win and drive the beasts in to the darkness below. Beaky even cawed along as Daeron chanted. "In peace, vigilance! In war, victory! In death, sacrifice!" He yelled as he lifted his shield up, his griffin emblem coated in darkspawn blood as Beaky dropped him a fresh sword.