Kaeleth fell into a silence that seemed to drain the very color from the transmission. For a moment, the only sound was the faint, rhythmic hum of the crystal, a sound that felt unnaturally loud in the wake of their conversation.
When he finally spoke, his voice had lost its divine cadence, replaced by something colder, something that sounded like the grinding of tectonic plates.
"I will designate the Nightwing boy," he said, the words carrying the weight of a death warrant. "The designation will be delivered through the standard Apostle channel..."
"He will receive the blessing, and with it, the specific, devastating capabilities I described. But there will be no briefing..."
"There will be no manual... He will not know the true nature of the weapon he carries unless he encounters a situation that forces the power to manifest."
