"So you still feel the sunpurge?" Fate asked, looking at me curiously.
I nodded, squirming beneath her gaze. She'd been strangely quiet since Luke and I had found her in the cathedral, simply watching me with those intense, unrevealing eyes. They were the same gold as mine, but they seemed to hold the entirety of the night sky in their depths.
"I would trust your elvish friend," she finally said, turning from me and looking up at the shard behind her. "R'lissea is far wiser than her years, and knows more of sunpurge than any remnant or even god. It's always been something of a blind spot amongst the Divine, save for ways it can be further weaponized against demons."
"Weaponized? You mean it's caused intentionally?" Luke asked.
She reached out, touching the shard. It reacted to her mana, releasing a gentle wave of true mana. I shivered as it caressed my soul, an uncomfortable, scratchy feeling like breathing water through my nose.
