David stood to the side, his gaze complex as he looked toward Amy, that complexity woven from awe, worry, and reverence.
He knew this battle was not merely a clash of flesh, but a trial in which the deepest depths of the Soul stood against the encroachment of darkness.
And Amy, in this moment, was using her own life to raise a final Barrier for everyone.
As the cold wind howled, a band of ghostly blue Flame surged forth from Amy's palm; that Flame differed from the wildness within David's ghost-blue fires, instead suffused with pure Power of Sanctity, like the core of a Soul within the Ice of the Far North, shedding a unique radiance in this dim world.
She slowly raised both hands, pouring this force into the "Heart of Ice" suspended at her chest—a crystalline, ice-blue Gem gleaming like frozen starlight—this was a Holy Artifact passed down through generations of the Star Pupil Race, hailed as the purest vessel of Origin Power in the Far North.
