Behind him, the urgent look in Ailin's eyes abruptly changed.
For the first time since she had become the Mnemosyne, genuine surprise colored her features. It lasted only a moment before something else replaced it… something that had no business on the face of a being like her.
Excitement. Pure and unbridled excitement.
She watched the air around Finn shift in a way that was terrifying, yet also defining at the same time.
The tides of the battle changed.
It started slowly at first, almost imperceptibly even, then climbed with exponential pace. The ground Finn had been losing was now being gained back steadily. One step forward after another.
The Blessed felt him inside her psyche before she fully processed what was happening. Not as a foreign intrusion or the violation it should have been by every law governing souls and consciousness. Rather, she felt him as herself. As the Blessed. As Ailin, the girl underneath the Mnemosyne, the girl who had been touched by a Greater One.
