Damian moved!
He gathered solar light from the reserves still burning within his existence and shaped it into something different than the weapons and chains and barriers he had been forging all day.
This was softer, a cushion of radiance that bloomed beneath the Hallowed Voice's falling body and caught him gently, completely, without the burning heat that his solar constructs normally carried.
From below, it looked like a dying holy figure becoming enveloped in radiant light, descending from the broken heavens surrounded by the golden glow of something sacred, and the image was powerful enough to draw a sound from the Citadel that was half prayer and half wail!
The masses cried out. Paladins and Holy Women cried out. Hundreds of thousands of voices rose at once, grief and terror and desperate faith mixing into a sound that the white walls of the Covenant had never contained before.
BOOM!
Serala shot toward the fallen light.
