He hesitates. It's a painful admission to say he's far from intact. It's painful to think how diminished he is.
"...It is, as you say. Rifters can do much."
Vlast holds out a hand, drawing the surrounding ambient magic into himself. In his palm, a ball of pale, yellow light forms and shortly crystalizes into a clear, iridescent golden shard. It's only a thin sliver, barely the length and width of Astrid's pinky finger.
Vlast glares at it, as if he expected more than the meager crystalline splinter.
"...But not everything. And the people of Thedas are not helpless against this tide of corruption. Something held back the blight before Corypheus and his ilk dragged it into this world. I do not think it is impossible for it to be stemmed again."
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He hesitates. It's a painful admission to say he's far from intact. It's painful to think how diminished he is.
"...It is, as you say. Rifters can do much."
Vlast holds out a hand, drawing the surrounding ambient magic into himself. In his palm, a ball of pale, yellow light forms and shortly crystalizes into a clear, iridescent golden shard. It's only a thin sliver, barely the length and width of Astrid's pinky finger.
Vlast glares at it, as if he expected more than the meager crystalline splinter.
"...But not everything. And the people of Thedas are not helpless against this tide of corruption. Something held back the blight before Corypheus and his ilk dragged it into this world. I do not think it is impossible for it to be stemmed again."