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Fortunately, that power had not come to destroy him.
The range of the divine power burst was very small, confined to an area of less than nine feet centered on Barrend.
Barrend's eyes bulged as he realized that the Father God had just responded to his prayers. The holy light was slowly infusing into the cold iron-made whip, and the iron anvil serving as the base was imbued with a very sacred aura, one that he was very familiar with—it was the presence found only within Moradin's shrine.
According to dwarven standards, with a burning furnace and an iron anvil, this place had become an unmistakable Dwarf Temple, blessed by Moradin himself.
At that moment, a flash of white light passed, and the Lord of Twin Bridges Town appeared on the scene through teleportation.
