"That is blind confidence and trust, Master." Eira said it with enough flatness to make the accusation land properly, though a moment later she shook her head, conceding the point before Phei could defend himself:
"But... you are right."
The storm screamed around them, reducing the far reaches of the wasteland to a shifting kingdom of white.
Another frozen celestial mass tore through the cloud ceiling far above, large enough to resemble a mountain ripped loose from some dead moon, its descent wrapped in blue-white vapor before it vanished somewhere beyond the glacial ridges. Several breaths later, the horizon convulsed beneath an impact that sent fractured ice climbing into the heavens— a cataclysm so vast the ground itself seemed to flinch, as if the buried corpse of this world still remembered how to feel pain.
Eira barely glanced: "Whatever their plan may be, the One Above certainly appears to want herself positioned as a force of help to you."
