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Web of Power, Web of Light raised by magic's hand,
From a node of ancient fire far beneath the land.
Called by forces strong and sure to this final test.
Joining Heralds North and south with those from east to west.

Challenge not this Web of Light, oh mage of dark designs.

Lay your stones before you, mages trained and skilled.
They will form the pattern of the web of that we must build.
This our parting gift to generations yet to be;
A trap to warn of magic that no mortal eyes can see.

Challenge not this Web of Light, oh mage of dark designs.

Few are we who felt the touch, of magic's guiding light.
Fewer still in years ahead, are those prepared to fight.

In our circle one last time we meet to raise the power,
That must endure when flesh is gone and light the darkest hour.

Challenge not this Web of Light, oh mage of dark designs.

In our circle one last time we meet to raise the power,
That must endure when flesh is gone and light the darkest hour.

Challenge not this Web of Light, oh mage of dark designs.

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