The power that filled her was not a god's, but her own people's, a thousand generations flowing through her veins. The power came to her like a memory, but it was not her memory.
For Kyra, it was channeling the power the divine, making herself a vessel for the sun goddess's holy flame.įor Seoni, it was both of these and neither. Across her skin, tattoos flared to life, their blue light feeding back into her, running like ley lines into her soul.įor Ezren, magic was a memory-the struggle to record and remember, his wizardry dry and academic. She let her eyes defocus, turning her sight inward-down inside herself, to the roiling core. Would fire even touch these stone monstrosities? Or lightning?īest to be safe. How indeed? Seoni raised her staff, then hesitated. "Cayden's cup, how do we hurt these things?" He barely blocked a second strike with his shield. "You could have fooled me!" Valeros rolled aside as claws gouged stone like bread dough, leaving deep furrows. "It's no good!" the cleric shouted, lashing out ineffectively with her own blade. Steel sparked and screeched across stone pectorals, barely scratching one of the beasts as it glided past, claws raking at his armor.īehind him, light blazed from 'Kyra's holy symbol, casting long shadows against the dusk. From his position flat on his back, he thrust upward with his sword. Seoni only barely managed to dodge the two that came for her, their stony wings chipping shards from the parapet as they swooped in for the kill. Valeros went flying as the leading statue-beast slammed into him, and if not for Kyra grabbing his leg as he sailed past, he might have tumbled from the roof entirely. The gargoyles hit like a ton of bricks-which they were, more or less.
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