Holy Light flashed.
The warm glow approached the bruise on Lyle's face, good gracious, Ralph really did not hold back last night, a slap had nearly rendered Lyle's left ear useless, leaving the imprint of a palm.
"Hiss! That hurts! Karen, why is your Holy Light so... searing?"
It was more than just searing, it felt like a branding iron on his skin, making Lyle wonder if his cheek would permanently bear a scar.
Karen, looking at the fading bruise, nodded with satisfaction, "Paladins are soldiers, our Holy Light compared to the priests and monks, is primarily for injuring enemies, brilliant and burning. Your Excellency Lyle, you might consider this as battlefield first aid. If you wish to experience the gentle touch of Holy Light, you'd best seek out the nuns."
Lyle examined his profile in the reflection of the water, indeed it was much better, and without a close look, it was hard to see any marks.
