When Merida's aura faded away and she walked out of the blood-soaked castle yard, she marched with Arad at her side. They walked past the drawbridge, and the people who were there saw her. They all froze in place, both terrified and in awe.
Merida's body was boiling with both demonic and divine magic, which looked both strange and impressive. To have mastery over the holy and unholy at the same time… it wasn't a feat any of them could fathom, and they understood that she had more going on than she told them.
What the people knew was that no god would ever grant their power to someone who would bring great harm. They aren't experts, but they've already learned to associate holy magic with being a good person to an extent.
