Kaelen's hand lit up with radiant white light, soft at first, like morning sun, but it didn't stay gentle. It pulsed, intensified, burned like concentrated judgment.
He raised his arm, the glow wrapping around his fingers like threads spun from divinity itself.
"Now this…" he grinned, his voice laced with mischief and just a hint of menace, "this is a special gift I made just for you."
The spirit-alira lunged, but Kaelen didn't retreat. He stepped in, palm-first, slamming the radiant energy straight into her chest. A blinding pulse exploded outward, purging the darkness in violent ripples.
"I've spent years crafting this technique," he said, casually sidestepping a retaliatory swipe and flicking her forehead with a glowing finger that sent her spiraling backward.
"Based on every holy spell I've ever known. Sharpened. Polished. Custom-fit to deal with your constant gloom."
