The group has started moving away from the tower of Ilceros’ spymaster. They have already crossed the bridge, but the traveling has barely started. The group is going slowly due to the slow speed of the wagon, especially over the broken ground.
Alexis falls into step beside Ca’armine, tone easy but deliberate.
“Priest,” he says with a half-smile. “That move you pulled with Zrithak—what was that? Looked like you and Rask had it rehearsed. The way the soul flowed from the body to the blade… clean, seamless. Almost too smooth to be an accident.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Alexis. I tried and failed, to destroy the abominable creature with the power of Raiden. Rask stepped in and finished the job, albeit in a way I never would have foreseen. That blade of his, disquieting isn’t it?”
Alexis grimaces, shaking his head faintly.
“Whatever power’s bound up in that blade, I’d rather not feel it on my skin—even by accident. Best it stay pointed elsewhere.
Still, it’s the sort of thing that deserves to be kept safe and studied. When we’re back in Sutheron, perhaps we trade it for Dauntless. What say you, priest?”
Ca’armine looks pensive. “I am anxious to be rid of the artifact it is true. Can we trust the Collegium– or anyone else, for that matter– with the strong evil power in the blade? Hm. I will pray on this longer.”