Auren's eyes widened as he suddenly caught sight of a white, radiant light burning through the torn cavity of the metallic chest. His brows furrowed in suspicion.
There was a pristine radiance it bore—something that didn't seem... cursed.
He couldn't quite explain how he sensed it, but he knew instinctively it was tied to the nature of his own soul.
He could recognize divinity. That, in itself, was not unusual; the difference between divinity and curse was often obvious, requiring no extraordinary perception to distinguish.
But what Auren was feeling now was something else entirely.
It was deeper.
It was different.
It refused to fit within the bounds of common sense.
The only conclusion he could reach was that the heart had always been divine—only hidden, shrouded under layers of corruption.
Which, all the more, made no sense to him.
From everything Auren had observed of the world, Divinities and Curses were distinct forces. Separate entities.
