Lucian said nothing for five whole seconds.
Lara didn't either.
The torch sputtered once and the corridor returned to silence.
"Ammo," repeated Lucian, as if the word weighed on his tongue. "Are you telling us the crystals we saw upstairs are...?"
"Extracted Gifts, concentrated and sealed," confirmed Raziel.
"The crystals travel to the war front in boxes with the Saint Sofia seal and the Church calls them 'Field Medical Supplies'."
"But they aren't," said Lara.
"No, they are charges that soldiers can break on the battlefield to release the Gift contained inside, a soldier without mana can use a healer's Gift as if it were his own for a few minutes, enough time to survive or to kill."
Raziel looked at his wrists, where the chains had left red marks. "Saint Sofia is a factory."
THUNK!
"And Celestine knows we are here," he said.
"She knows I am here. She doesn't know about you two yet."
"For how long."
"Not long."
