Used - Enchanters' End Game, David Eddings

Garion mounted the basalt throne and placed the Orb on the pommel of the enormous sword. There was a click; the living force of the stone surged into the hilt. The blade began to glow and detached itself from the wall. He caught it with both hands. The fault in the hall stifled a gasp. Garion, stunned, saw the Orb shoot out a formidable tongue of blue flame. Without quite knowing why, he raised the sword. "Oh joy, the king has returned, the prophecy is fulfilled!" exclaimed Belgarath. "Let us bow before Belgarion, King of Riva, Overlord of the West!" And the prophecy ran its course. In the heart of the tumult, a metallic sound was heard, as if a tomb sealed by rust had just opened. Garion was chilled by it. Torn from centuries of sleep, a cry of rage erupted from the darkness and demanded blood. But that wasn't the worst. Torak was back, and he trembled, the disfigured god!