Anise paused a moment as she removed the lid from the casket. There she was. The Lady of Light. Beautiful. Brilliant with light. Dead. Perhaps in some small way her essence remained, however Anise's hopes that the Lady had simply been imprisoned now were completely dashed. A bright light emanated from the sword gripped in both hands. She would certainly need it to defeat the serpent of darkness. Her power barely fended it off, and she knew that she would not defeat it without the help of this sword.

She placed her hands over the handle of the sword and closed her eyes in a silent prayer of gratitude. The Lady of Light deserved a proper funeral, and Anise promised to herself that she would deliver one as soon as all of this was over. The power she felt coming from the sword and the Lady's body caused her to feel a tingling sensation.

She could not afford to be careful and yanked the sword from the Lady's grip to face the serpent. All along she concentrated her power to overwhelm the darkness. She raised the blade and swung down toward the serpent releasing her power and creating a blade of light to tear into the beast.

From here on out she would carry on the Lady of Light's legacy.