Black Fang was thrilled.
The signs were subtle if you didn't know her, but Quinlan had spent enough time around the woman to read them. The slight widening of her stance. The way her fingers adjusted on the katana's grip, the relaxation of someone preparing for sustained violence rather than a quick kill.
A real fight. She could smell it.
Quinlan was less enthused.
He was focused, because an Arch Priestess standing on the steps of her cathedral was a very different opponent than the soldiers he'd been cutting through until now.
The Arch Priest class was the Goddess's highest mortal appointment. Her chosen heralds, handpicked from the ranks of the Healer class for their devotion and elevated into something far more powerful.
Where Healers channeled the Goddess's mercy - or as Quinlan now knew, her Purity - to mend wounds and cure disease, Arch Priests channeled her authority at a much higher level.
