"The Dawn Breaker, Elisabeth Valorian…" he whispered. "Your elder sister."
"Yes!" Felicity's voice shook, eyes wide and amazed. "And look, I told you! Unlike normal Arch Priests, she can move with her power! She's so badass!"
Quinlan looked back at the figure carving through undead. She wasn't weakening. If anything, the radiance was intensifying.
'It's really the armor,' he realized.
He could tell firsthand from his interactions with Velara. Arch Priests were devastating within their churches and diminished without them. But there were exceptions. The Dawn Breaker, to be exact. Her armor, said to be forged by the Goddess herself, acted as a mobile church. A walking holy ground.
As such, Elisabeth was treated as the Goddess's holy warrior, her chosen enforcer.
'The church hates the undead,' Quinlan thought, watching Elisabeth's holy light scatter another wave of corpses into ash. Velara had barely tolerated his necromancy. Purity and Corruption were natural enemies.
