Alistair watched the little maid, bathed in a soft luminescence, his heart filled with astonishment. He could feel a gentle, life-giving power emanating from her.
It seemed this was the ability hidden within Abby's bloodline.
Alistair stroked his chin thoughtfully. Based on the feeling it gave off, it was likely a restorative power.
Does this mean I'm about to acquire a private healer?
Alistair imagined himself carving a path through a horde of players. Just as his health was about to bottom out, a gentle little maid behind him would raise a delicate hand and heal him back to full.
A vicious smile spread across his face at the thought.
Time ticked by. The glow around Abby gradually faded and disappeared. Alistair knew this first communion was coming to an end.
A moment later, Abby opened her large, pale-red eyes. She stared blankly at Alistair, as if gazing upon an existence beyond her comprehension.
"Ma-Master… you are?"
