Saint Cyril gave a slight nod, his eyes remaining closed. "You have done well, Valken," he said, his voice serene. "Maintaining a balance of pressure is paramount. We must not allow any single point to become the crack that bursts the dam. The Radiance of Truth protects the front lines."
The Ironspine Duke remained gazing out the window, his deep voice rumbling, "Balance is built upon a foundation of constant investment. Our reserves of Holy Radiance Stones, our military ordnance, and the very Life Force of our well-trained Priests and Knights—these are the weights on the scales. And these weights are being relentlessly consumed. What we need is to place an achievement of sufficient weight on the other side of the scales, and soon."
Just then, the fingers Saint Cyril Bishop had resting on his Scepter trembled violently!
Immediately after, the emblem of the Eye of Truth at the tip of the seemingly ancient Golden Scepter resting across his knees flared to life without warning!
