Spells·Divine
School of Magic
The Borrowed Light - Favor, mending, and the gaze that judges.
A blade remembers what it was forged for.
A small light. A single answered prayer.
Something is out there. You know which way.
Let it go. All of it.
Faith protects what faith loves.
Some things were made to be hit by this.
The faith is yours. The light belongs to what you carry.
The right moment. Every moment.
Leave them be. You won't.
Say it. Say it to my face.
Whatever they gave you, you give back.
Steel and prayer. The same motion.
Their pain travels. You're the destination.
The worst hasn't happened yet. Neither has the best.
Body and spirit. Both come back.
The sun remembers you asked.
They never saw it. They won't see for a while.
One word. Every ear that matters.
Mercy and wrath leave the same hand.
Everything you gave, you get back. And then some.
The armor they trusted forgot what it was made of.
The light doesn't leave. It waits for them to face it.
It doesn't blink. It doesn't move. It doesn't need to.
You brought company. They're not leaving until you do.
You said it before the first blade drew. That was the spell.
Judgment finds one. Conviction finds the rest.
The first word stops the bleeding. The second restores the spirit. The third forgives the wound entirely.
Your aim is blessed. Your strikes are certain. The divine and the arcane agree on one thing.
You don't see them. You see what they want to do to you.
The ground remembers their sins. It holds them accountable.
You showed them what's coming. They didn't take it well.
The court is in session. You will answer every round until the divine is satisfied.
The divine has spoken. This ground is not yours.
Three rounds of divinity. Then the dark collects.
The faithful move when the divine wills it. Not before. Not after.
Every strike is recorded. Every blow remembered. The reckoning is arithmetic.
The prayer was always there. Waiting for the moment you needed it most.
Everything I am. Take it. Stand.
Faith does not own power. It channels it. Today, you are the channel.
The divine does not send them back freely. A door was opened. Something stands watching it. Part of you stays behind.