"But the Wayward Compass, there is still a problem of raw power," Nithalee said.
"Child, you have something else, don't you? Show it to me," Emlica said.
I froze, my brow furrowing in confusion, before it dawned on me. I tapped my spatial ring, withdrawing the Arbiter's amulet and holding it out to her. She took it, waking her head in disbelief."
"I sensed something powerful, but to think you managed to pilfer that fool's anchor. If we were to use something like this, something already heavily oriented around the soul, we might be able to avoid a lot of the side effects and backlash of the Soul Binder, like the pain on initiation, for instance." Emlica chuckles darkly. "After losing this, I bet the arbiter rather regrets agreeing to come to Enusia now. Probably wishes he actually did die on the apostle's blade."
"It wasn't me. Luke took it. With his sword," I said.
"I did?" Luke asked, pressing a hand to his horn. "I don't remember. It's all a blur."
