She looks back to him, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"No, I mean... The Light." Well, this isn't the first person she's had to explain this to today, but it is starting to get a bit tedious. "The Holy Light of Creation. The Light of the Naaru. It gives shape to all things where Fel magic undoes them. You truly have not heard of it?"
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"No, I mean... The Light." Well, this isn't the first person she's had to explain this to today, but it is starting to get a bit tedious. "The Holy Light of Creation. The Light of the Naaru. It gives shape to all things where Fel magic undoes them. You truly have not heard of it?"