Blazing light washed over the silver-white holy armor, accentuating the girl's delicate, snow-pale features. The advancing flames had not yet reached her, but the scorching wind arrived ahead of them, sending Lyra's long cherry-pink hair whipping wildly behind her.
After Moserria revealed his true identity, Lyra intentionally took a moment to change her holy armor from its original heavy form back into the lighter configuration she had worn at the beginning, adapting to the circumstances.
There was no doubt that Moserria's source magic was far more efficient at casting than the human common-tongue spell system, while also granting him greater authority over elemental particles. Even the briefest graze moments ago had filled Lyra with a powerful sense of danger. Despite the holy iron's incredible durability, the intense heat had scorched straight through it, at one point burning Lyra's skin beneath the pure-white lining.
