"Lyra," Elara said and stepped forward. The Valkyrie reached out and her Twilight wings shifted, but she stopped before touching the Saintess.
Lyra's once-bright white tabard, marked with a golden sunburst, had lost its glow.
The blinding pure holy light that usually radiated from her core was flickering violently and turning a sickly pale gray.
She dropped her sword and clutched her head with both hands. Her fingers dug desperately into her blonde hair.
"They are gone," Lyra whispered. Her voice trembled and cracked under an immense unseen pressure.
[System Warning: Divine Tethers Severed.]
[Faith Network: Sanctum of Solaris (Offline).]
[Status: Devotional Anchor Lost. Target suffering severe spiritual backlash.]
For her entire life, Lyra had been the living conduit for the Lumina Order.
