For Sybyll to suffer enough that Nyrielle could feel her pain from more than a hundred leagues away meant that something extraordinary had happened. Sybyll's armor wasn't just incredibly heavy and impossibly strong; it was the work of artificers who were nearly as skilled as Erkembalt. More than that, it represented the pinnacle of the Vale of Mists' efforts to defend against the holy weapons of the Church.
If even Sybyll's armor was insufficient to protect against the effects of a Holy Light blade, then there was very little hope that a lesser armor would be sufficient to protect vampires like Thane, Lennart or any of the others who would take to the field in battle against the mightiest forces of the Church when the Holy War finally reached them, much less the forces of a Crusade.
"She'll be all right, won't she?" Ollie asked, leaning close enough to Thane to whisper to the vampire who had trained both him and Dame Sybyll. "Even if it's one of the Church's weapons…"
