Levin closed his eyes and embraced his soul, letting mana run through the scarred muscles and veins of his body. The earth about his feet flowed like water, rising up around his body and condensing into gleaming armor. It emanated a powerful aura, that unique to Divine Artifacts. Was this the Earth Hero's equivalent of the Staff of Fate?
Moving with strength I didn't know I possessed, I gently lay Korra down and stood on trembling legs. My body was ravaged by the inquisitor's magic, but I had rejuvenated nearly half of my mana. I wouldn't die without a fight, not if there was still a chance of saving Korra, or Sari.
"Still intending to resist?" Levin frowned as I summoned my staff, and held out his own hand, conjuring up a giant mace. The head was spiked with cruel flanges and must have weighed more than I did, yet the most intimidating attribute was its aura. Another Divine Artifact. Just how many did the Earth God give him?
