The light grew brighter.
It was golden-green. It pushed back the darkness and the chaos, creating clear area in the battlefield.
Sylva appeared.
The deer-like Progeny appeared beside Jonah. Cherry blossom branches grew from its antlers, with the petals floating down slowly. Where its crystal hooves touched the ground, tiny white flowers bloomed instantly.
Even in the chaos, even with the screaming and the violence all around them, Sylva's presence brought a moment of stillness.
Seraph glanced at the approaching group of Weavers and their corrupted Progeny. "Jonah, I trust you. But how exactly is a deer supposed to stop an army?"
"Watch."
Jonah closed his eyes and focused. Not on his own thoughts, but on Sylva's purpose. The Progeny wasn't made for fighting. It was made to bring peace. To calm suffering. To heal not just bodies, but souls.
He pushed his will into Sylva, using the Progeny as an amplifier.
The "Aura of Serenity" activated at full power.
