The morning of Kivas' fifth day in Vaingall within this timeline dawned gently, light filtered through layers of fog and canopy haze, trailing ribbons of warmth across the sanctified glade.
Kivas sat cross-legged beside Blanchette at the edge of a rising overlook that faced the ceremonial perch.
Above the softly whispering trees, a singular column of light twisted gently down from the sky.
At the center of it stood Samael.
Her silhouette shimmered faintly in the veil of morning mist, dark ceremonial robes trailing along the stone beneath her.
She held a potion vial in one hand, the liquid inside glowing faintly with streaks of verdant and silver aurora.
A Blessed Limbo Tier Divine Construct hovered beside her, its hollow eyes fixed on the vial like a sentinel of sacred curiosity.
"What's that?" Kivas asked, voice light, casual, but sharpened with attention. "Why it seems like you're about to reveal something major and sham us like a shady magician?"
