The description Damian read from the information his Mana provided about this ability had been clinical and precise.
At full expression, the bearer could command the power of the local sun itself within a localized domain. Grasping it had been one thing. Activating it was something else entirely.
Every cloud above the Covenant cleared.
Not in the slow recession that weather performed when it was finished with a place. Every cloud within dozens of miles simply ceased to exist, burned away in an instant by the power Damian had just called down, and the sky above the citadel became a naked expanse of blue holding nothing but the sun. The sun, which suddenly seemed closer than it had been a moment ago, closer and brighter and more focused, as if someone had reached up and adjusted its gaze to point directly at the white walls below.
Damian's body changed.
