Very slowly, she allowed her hands back into the modest clasp at her front. Her pleasant expression was well maintained; she seemed an avatar of patience. "You said that you would show, rather than tell. Have you the strength to determine how you live and how you die?"
As she spoke there was a palpable shift in the air about her, a disturbing pressure that was clearly identifiable as aetherial. It rose in intensity until the space that surrounded her began to ripple, like heat off the desert sands. Yet still, she remained in polite , poised calm. "A godless heathen cannot stand against the smiting of the divine. Show me, Agent; associate of Stormbringer, he who is Marked. Show me your fruitless struggle."
As she spoke there was a palpable shift in the air about her, a disturbing pressure that was clearly identifiable as aetherial. It rose in intensity until the space that surrounded her began to ripple, like heat off the desert sands. Yet still, she remained in polite , poised calm. "A godless heathen cannot stand against the smiting of the divine. Show me, Agent; associate of Stormbringer, he who is Marked. Show me your fruitless struggle."
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