There's no guesswork. The warm wash of spirit energy comes through; as skilled as Adrasteia is, what can her magic do against the lancing spear of that focus?
Instinctively, his hand comes up to grasp her elbow. The grip is just a shade tighter than it should be, hanging on to steady himself even as he recognizes a mirrored shock in her eyes.
"We should," Ellis yells back, wholly serious while knowing they won't. Can't. This is bigger than either of them.
They'll need to tell Vance. (Adrasteia will need to tell Vance.)
"Have you ever...?"
The trailing break in the question is more for lack of readily available description, for knowing the futility of the question. If any Warden felt this, wouldn't the word of it had spread as lightening fast as the False Calling.
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Instinctively, his hand comes up to grasp her elbow. The grip is just a shade tighter than it should be, hanging on to steady himself even as he recognizes a mirrored shock in her eyes.
"We should," Ellis yells back, wholly serious while knowing they won't. Can't. This is bigger than either of them.
They'll need to tell Vance. (Adrasteia will need to tell Vance.)
"Have you ever...?"
The trailing break in the question is more for lack of readily available description, for knowing the futility of the question. If any Warden felt this, wouldn't the word of it had spread as lightening fast as the False Calling.