- Noel POV -
The room was silent.
Charlotte stood still, hands gently pressed together, eyes lowered. Her long pink hair shimmered faintly under the glow that was beginning to form around her body.
Noel, Nicolas, Noir, Elena, and Elyra watched closely.
For Elena and Elyra, it was the first time seeing Charlotte like this — not as the cheerful girl who dual-wielded daggers and smiled at everything, but as the Saint of Valor.
Light slowly began to radiate from her.
Charlotte whispered a prayer, soft and steady.
The glow extended outward, trailing like threads of gold and white, until it reached the unconscious dwarf girl seated before her.
The Blessing wrapped around Tyria like a gentle current, seeping into her skin. Her body relaxed immediately. The tension in her shoulders, the slight twitch in her hands — all of it faded.
Then, the mark on her neck began to dissolve.
