’This was their plan all along.’
Regret was an emotion that would’ve engulfed Anorah if not for the emotionless state of Logoth.
Fire and stone blasted out into the quiet night as a column of destruction ripped out from the middle of the Santums.
The once dark, quiet night had shifted, replaced by the roar of explosion and a brilliant scarlet that reflected in Anorah’s emotionless eyes.
The explosion hadn’t forcibly shifted Anorah’s position. She was God of Asterra, nothing could move her.
Instead, her mind flickered through an incalculable number of thoughts as she tried to make sense of this situation.
"Saint!"
One struggled by her side, along with the other Knights of Light. Though she had wrapped the whole group in a dome of her will, the heavy force that came from the pillar piercing the night sky somehow found its way to affect them.
’It affects will.’
It took her less than a nanosecond to determine that. One part was because she also felt the heaviness, and the other was due to the fact that it affected them in the first place. Only Will could affect Will.
’I have to create distance.’
With a thought, the group vanished from the scene, appearing a distance away from the pillar of light. It was only now that she could fully see the pillar in its magnitude.
From the underground prison, the light pierced up like a divine lance, spreading across the skies of Asterra. The once dark skies began to shift into a golden hue.
’Its effects... it’s spreading.’
Only the emotionless state of Logoth kept Anorah’s composure in place. She could feel it, the effects of the pillar had begun to spread across all of Asterra.
Anorah was at a loss. Hundreds of thoughts, hundreds of possibilities, but nothing could accurately guess what was happening.
’A new technology.’ Her mind suddenly recalled the tattoos she’d seen etched onto the traitors earlier. It was the only explanation.
"Saint!"
A sudden grip snapped Anorah out of her trance. She turned to see One staring at her with panic.
"Enough thinking!" One bellowed, "we need to act now!"
Her eyes blazed an intense golden. One was right. She had been so lost in her trance, in trying to figure out what was happening that she almost forgot what was important.
Erasing the threat.
Anorah’s lips curved into a thin line. She raised her voice, and the words rolled out:
"Heed my call and ignite. Let light be born!"
At once, blinding flares ignited across her body. One mark flared on her arm, another along her leg, then her chest, then her brow.
In the next moment, they connected, weaving together until a blazing cloak of light erupted, surrounding her like radiant armor.
The shockwave hurled One and the other Knights of Light backwards, their bodies shuddering in the gale.
The intensity of her brilliance dwarfed even the holy pillar’s radiance.
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