At the: much-anticipated Tal/#^e,[nt,\[ 
 \Awakeni+)ng Cer:em/ony in (^)St. B$.itt \er Cit#y, the
fallen ^Du ke Art
,hur^ is publi.-cly humil%=[iated and trampled .u-_pon by his ex-f #iancée
and mortal:+=: enemy, m^@ocke,d by n.)-)obles an%d ;commoners alike as)! a wort\=*hless
f=ai*_lure,^ and is about to be str_ipped of hi)s fa! mil.y's [entire legacy. ;Jus! t when
ever;y.one is :;..waiting for him_ t
@/o [[be  utterly rui]ned (an^d
@ driven o`// =ut of the c_it,y,
Arthur's palm st
rikes^@ the !+altar a
nd erupts with bou ,ndless di,./vine/ =[ radiance—the
sup=reme ( divine a`\rtifact of _the Sea God$\, los\$-t for a t ?%housand ye.a%^rs, suddenly
manifest/:s. Its terrif,ying ]divin
[e migh#t suppr`:(e=(sses the en]tire crowd, de=`_l%-ivering an
ultimate
# rever(s\al and leaving s
)uspe;nse at its pe,?a. `k.