Calina's widened eyes radiate a glowing light as Deselle's cross tumbles toward her at a significant speed. She lifts her hand, allowing a purplish hue to spread around her body.
"Qhyltia, lend me your strength."
The purplish aura fades, causing Calina to look at her hands and torso with concern. With the cross only a few feet away from her, she takes a step back, shielding herself with her forearm.
「… Calina, what an inspiring name.」
