The Administration Spire was awashed in a bright white light as the beam reached into the heavens. A soft soothing melody that Avalon was releasing into the air reminded me of the songs once sung in the Feywilds centuries ago. It wasn’t till now that I realized what was missing when we visited, but it didn’t matter now. Even the calming song – even in its urgency – couldn’t relax my nerves. I had a war to win.