[She turns the orb over in her hands, watching as its surface catches sunlight, creating a pale prism of color. It's warm, though whatever magic it did have is well and truly locked away.
Black and white. Light and dark. She's sure he's already drawn his own conclusions, though she answers him anyway.] It would cast a spell called Holy. A shield over the Planet, the counterpart to Meteor. Cleansing light.
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[She turns the orb over in her hands, watching as its surface catches sunlight, creating a pale prism of color. It's warm, though whatever magic it did have is well and truly locked away.
Black and white. Light and dark. She's sure he's already drawn his own conclusions, though she answers him anyway.] It would cast a spell called Holy. A shield over the Planet, the counterpart to Meteor. Cleansing light.
[But not without great sacrifice.]