Awakening (1)

"How certain are you of doing this?" Agnes asked, brows furrowed.

"Hmm, about fifty-fifty," Warden answered, holding the container of Quintessence of Light. "Pretty good odds, wouldn't you say?"

"I still think that it's a terrible idea," she said, studying the array layered on the barrel-shaped construct Warden completed last night to help him awaken his lineage power. Ignoring its misshapen shape, the array was one of the toughest stuff he had built.

The captain certainly didn't understand the art that went behind for it to come to fruition. "Void and Light attributes don't mix well together."

Warden knew that. His void energy would likely swallow down the light whole, but he had a sinking feeling that there was more to it than just that. The light-attributed power of the celestial was something special. It wasn't simply light, but the Light of life, of creation. It was radiance.