Orion felt the distant hum, a low-frequency vibration shivering through the air. Even from the human kingdoms and the territories held by the Blood Elves, stray threads of Faith Energy were drifting across the continent, converging on him.
"Orion," a soft voice broke his concentration. "I can feel it on you. A kind of... absolute purity."
It was a hazy, twilight evening. On the highest balcony of the castle citadel, Lilith leaned against the stone railing. Her sheer gown did little to obscure her curves, allowing the evening breeze to caress her skin.
Orion stepped up behind her, wrapping his massive arms around her waist.
"You've improved," he murmured, resting his chin near her temple. "You can perceive the flow of Faith Energy now."
It wasn't just the purity of the energy that allowed her to sense it; it was a testament to her own grueling cultivation.
