For that very night, far upon the reefs of the Swaying Coast, the sea sighed and surrendered a relic long hidden beneath its waves - a plain blade, balanced as though made for judgment rather than war. The Blade of Silent Dawn rose from the deep, carried into the nets of scavengers who quarreled over its worth until dawn.

McGeough felt the tremor of its return long before any messenger could reach him.
It was as if the land had inhaled sharply.

And he remembered.

He remembered sinking that blade into the sea long ago.
He remembered sealing another relic far from it.
He remembered why he had done so.

Not to hide it from mortal hands.
But to hide it from Magnolia.

Next Episode, Next Monday!