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[iustaegis]

[ She's here. She's watching. And she's doing the same, stepping up to the trail and running her fingers through it. With the image suspended within her mindscape, the recreation only shifts slightly with her touch. It's not the same at actually feeling it, though, as Pyra does in reality.

Through Pyra, she feels a... magnificence to the energy, something that hints towards a beyond. The ephemeral afterglow of the blue-hued light is deceptive, beautiful as it may be. Soft though the light may appear, the lingering buzz of power she feels is harsh and unyielding, more refined than the strongest steel, far sharper than anything man-made, and-- heavy, dense, profound, boiling, bright-- brilliant, overwhelming.

She had likened Noctis's god-runes as if he had been touched by three different stars. With this power, she feels as if it's a star that impossibly never loses mass when it lends its light. Except unlike the chaos of the stars, all of it is refined. All of it is precise. And all of it strikes at the core of her own energy like phalanx, a legion of blades whose edges refract an august light, threatening to blind anyone who looks upon it.

That impossibility is how she knows it is divine, and it-- it feels wonderful. ]