<A ghostly voice sounds on the wind...>$B$BThis is...? Sarah? Could it be she's still alive? The weight is removed from my shoulders...$B$B$N. Take my sword, Archeus. As my soul is put to rest, I have no more need for it. It was forged to do good, and though I have proved myself unworthy to hold it, perhaps you will carry on the Light through it.$B$BLys, my love...