Daphne's POV
"What do the orbs mean?"
The sentinel pivoted back toward the ancient painting, his demeanor remaining courteous and detached. As if we were discussing something mundane rather than symbols that sent an inexplicable chill down my spine.
"The blue represents the divine gift the goddess bestowed upon them. The power to create, to mend what was shattered and restore what was lost." His hand swept toward the luminous sphere cradled in the woman's left palm. "Legend claims a healer's touch could seal wounds that would have claimed any ordinary wolf's life. They possessed the ability to banish illness, soothe agony, even pull someone back from death's very threshold."
My gaze drifted to the crimson orb. The way it appeared to throb with heat despite being trapped in paint and canvas. Where azure met scarlet, the colors merged into something both savage and breathtaking.
"Then I'm guessing the red serves the opposite purpose. To destroy and break apart."
