A brilliant light fell over the city, matching the radiance of Arboreal World to my eyes. Its rays made my horns itch and skin crawl, pricking like the legs of a thousand insects. At its heart was a figure of light, as brilliant as the noonday sun overhead. It hovered several hundred feet in the air, gazing around the devastation of the city. Wings as glorious as the noonday sun extended from its back, matched by a sword cut from the same fabric in its hand.
"A Sun arbiter," Fyren murmured.
"Is that bad?"
"Just for your apostle. It couldn't be better for the Life Mage."
I nodded slowly, watching as the arbiter's wings beat, sending it streaking across the sky in a line of lingering light. Curses had no inherent weakness, not in the magic of this world, but Luke's blood was only marginally more resistant to the power than my own. As for Selena, as a native mortal of Enusia, she'd be able to shrug off anything below ninth-level with the help of Adaptive Resistance.
