The Sword Saint bowed his head lower. His voice was measured, each syllable controlled.
"As commanded, my lord. An intruder was discovered at the perimeter of the estate. A human, though not an ordinary one. He bypassed the outer wards and struck down my guards without hesitation."
Kaelith's eyes narrowed faintly. "A human?"
"Yes." The Saint's tone remained steady, though his jaw tightened at the memory. "He was cloaked. His presence concealed. But his power… unmistakable."
"Describe."
The Saint hesitated for the briefest moment, not from uncertainty, but from the difficulty of putting into words what he had faced.
"He wielded multiple affinities," he said at last. "Fire, lightning, ice… but also darkness. And divine."
The noble's hand stilled mid-tap. His violet gaze sharpened.
"Divine?"
"Yes." The Saint's throat felt tight around the word. "I am certain of it. It burned. Not like flame, but like judgment itself. Only a handful of strikes, but enough to confirm it."
