Back in the temple…
Finn had just stepped out of the corridor and into the central hall when a feeling suddenly hit him. An intense thrumming deep in his chest that had nothing to do with the soul masses he'd integrated. His sealed divinity, compressed and locked away for lore-building, pressed against its own boundaries with a force he hadn't felt before. The temple's suppression kept it from breaking through, but the pressure was significant. Something outside had grown strong enough that even here, insulated by the Fog and the temple's own nature, he could feel it straining toward him.
Jon…? His faith? No… This is too much for one person. Has he brought others into the fold? Finn stood still and analyzed it, before suddenly, something else surfaced underneath the straining pressure of his divinity.
A defining moment.
