Chapter 27: A Scent of Divinity
The Heirs stepped away from their parents, standing to one side of the garden. The trees around them rustled in the breeze, and the glow from the world above lit the scene in a soft blue.
Kia’s expression was solemn as she walked into the center of their group, facing the Heirs. She clasped her gauntleted hands together as she prepared to say farewell to her son and the Heirs of Gemore. The valkyrie exhaled slowly and a gentle golden glow rose from the ground, the light glinting off her polished armor. The magic was a slightly different shade than Khachi’s, the emotion emanating from the magic feeling prouder but less hopeful than Khachi’s magic.
Just like them. Kia fights to end the threat. Khachi fights for the promise of the future.
“By my own shard of divinity, may your Path be righteous and clear,” Kia began, her voice strong and unwavering. “Deiman is the god of righteous battle, and with his stolen power I bless you with wisdom and strength. In the moments of smoke and blood may the light of the divine guide you to valor and to victory.” The magic billowed out around her, centering on every member of the Heirs - except Nathan - and giving them their own personal spotlight.
She turned to face Khachi, her eyes burning and her expression proud. “My son, you have carried my flame forward into peril and burned brighter than any prophecy I could make. Belief is your shield, and your hammer is justice. Stand as a beacon of hope to the innocent, and I will always be proud of you.” Divine mana bled out from her and formed a tether with Khachi. To Nathan's senses it felt like just half of a ritual, inviting a response.
Khachi seemed to feel the same. “So do I swear,” he returned, his voice deep and resonant. “For I am a [Shield of Hope], and by my class do I bind myself to divine duty. I shall protect those in need of protection, and strike down those who harm the innocent. There is no other Path I will follow.”
The divine mana tightened and flexed, invoking wizardry as Khachi spoke his oath. Everybody else took a few steps back as a swell of magic spilled out of the fabric of Davrar. It started circling Khachi, waiting for one last ingredient.
Kia was ready to provide it, her hair rising into the air and glowing with light as her voice cut through the world.. “Then I bless you with my power. Carry my hopes with you on your journeys, no matter where they take you. I charge you before Davrar to fulfill your Oath and redeem the power of the Divine from the sins of the old gods.”
The magic around Khachi suddenly compressed in on him, condensing more power than a mere person should be able to bear into his form. He lifted into the air, head thrown back in a silent scream. The glowing magic sunk into his body, vanishing as if Khachi was absorbing it. To the naked eye it looked like streamers of golden light flowing into Nathan’s friend from every direction.