Louis looked around coldly, taking in the destruction he'd wrought. Smoke drifted lazily from fractured stone, the scorched terrain littered with the unconscious and broken. Silence reigned, heavy and reverent.
Thankfully, he had Astarion.
"How do you feel now?" Astarion's voice echoed behind him as the tall, enigmatic figure materialized, his presence both calm and immense.
Louis glanced at his hands, golden light flickering across his fingers like whispers of divine fire. "I don't know," he said, his voice unreadable. "But it's not bad."
"An expected answer," Astarion said softly. "But remember this—above all, you are the Christborn. You don't exist to sow chaos and destruction." He stepped closer, his tone firm. "That's why I am here. To remind you where the edge is. And to stop you, if you cross it."
Louis exhaled, then gave a small nod. "Thank you."
