>>6184508For a moment, the idea of letting the Asterite deal with it tempts you. She won’t be able to help in any way with the Sanction, and using her powers to contrast her fellow Thronelander’s pernicious magic sounds quite just to you.
But in the end, what stops you is her pained expression, Sandora’s jaw tightening in fear as clash of metal clangs against her inky shield. There is something big coming up, and once again—
Once again it’s up to you.
This had always been your test. Securing this Asterite and bringing it to justice, showing you can be relied on for diplomatic relationships between the Throne and Madua — Carnaval chose you for this.
And you will not disappoint the Angel of Ansàrra.
“Salicera,” you say, slowly standing up. “I will have to ask you to hold onto the Sanction for a little bit.”
“Wha—?!” She balks, opening her eyes wide. “I can’t—! This needs you!”
“That thing needs me more. Please.”
Her eye twitch. She shares a shaken look with Soralisa, who has gone pale as a sheet.
“L-Leave? But…”
“If the Asterite fails containing that, we’ll have a bigger trouble on our hands,” you add, reminding them that if Sandora loses her grip on her own broiling powers, you will have another bursting Magus to deal with. “Trust in Ansàrra,” you say, and quickly join Soralisa and Willow’s hands.
Then you let go.
The Sanction flares.
Immediately, above you, it bursts into a wave of bright flames.
[cont.]
