Sublime

Scales of the Weeping Dragon poured over him, crackling with lightning. Wavedancer

Still flying through the air, Suriel faced the Vroshir, and her voice echoed with transcendent authority. “Begone,” the Judge said. Pariana felt like she were submerged under endless pressure, like all of reality had been squeezed like a damp rag.

He had expected a Sage. He had not expected vitality that almost matched a Herald, spiritual power that made his perception tremble, and the hunger…such hunger. If Relliar had been told that Lindon was the son of a Dreadgod, he would have believed it.

Malice raised an eyebrow. “He has quite the impressive physique for a Sage.” “Mother!” Mercy didn’t like the look on Malice’s face. “Don’t worry, he’s too young for me.” She glanced to the side again. “But not for you…” “Mother!”