The air trembled as Mab's magic hummed. Golden strands glinted and swirled in the dark energy as her voice thundered.
"Turned undead against your will, you suffered for three thousand years. Firm of heart and spirit, you endured valiantly for a chance at redemption."
Her palm met an invisible resistance as though the world itself opposed her actions. The air became thick, almost suffocating. The musty scent of the dead and dust swirled to obscure her figure in Adam's trembling eyes.
But she continued, her voice not wavering in the slightest.
"Today, I free you from your past torments and mistakes in the name of Adam. Walk! Walk the realms as an elf once again, little soul, and show Mab's fickle moments of benevolence to its inhabitants."
With her words, her palms shattered the world's resistance. The air cracked and wailed as they spun upwards. Decay and rot stirred, then disintegrated into particles before Adam's stunned eyes.
