The black figure paused immediately, shrinking back with a reluctant grunt. Mark raised an eyebrow at the strange exchange but didn't pry. Whatever the black tribunal recognized, it was clear the red one didn't want him speaking about it.
The white tribunal floated a little closer, its form shimmering softly. "Alright, let us proceed to the next part," she said gently.
She lifted both of her sleeves. Light gathered at her palms, swirling and solidifying until two artifacts appeared, floating above her hands.
One radiated sharp, lethal intent, an elegant sword with a crimson edge, humming with enough power to make even Mark's breath hitch for a moment.
The other was a shield made of pure luminescent energy, simple in shape but overflowing with comforting warmth, like an invisible wall made for an entire army.
The white tribunal spoke, her voice ringing with clarity.
