Finn couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he stared at his open palm, feeling the subtle pulse of faith trickling into him. It was barely anything, droplets where he'd need an ocean, but it was there. Proof that his gambit had worked, that stolen divinity could be sustained and grown through belief.
As Finn stared at his palm in thought, Himothy watched him with an unreadable expression before his face hardened into something firm, resolved, like he'd made a decision that couldn't be unmade.
He took a step forward, intending to say something when, all of a sudden, his blood turned cold and heavy like lead.
Everything stopped.
For a short few seconds, everyone, including Finn, were shocked into stillness.
A gaze descended from the sky, locking onto the building where Solarius was being interrogated, and Finn felt it like a physical thing. Ancient. Vast. Utterly unconcerned with the mortality of anything beneath its attention.
