Erik's gaze panned over to what she was pointing at, and he cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
What he saw there, kind of floating in Anne's subconscious, was a small puddle of something similar to Nora's infinite sea of devotion.
Glancing to his side, Elora looked excited on a level several stages below the creation of Elorium, but equally many stages above most other times he'd seen her like this.
"In no text I've read, did they explain exactly how a proselytiser convinces others to follow their cause," she muttered, her eyes locked on the puddle that drifted ever closer to Anne's muddled mind. "Could this be it? Does she infuse her words with a part of her own sea of devotion and create puddles of it in her followers' minds like this?"
Erik frowned. "That sounds... dangerously overpowered?" he muttered with a hint of concern. Sure, overpowered was good when it was on his side, but what if they encountered another one opposing them? In fact, could the hunters have a proselytiser?
