“And yet,” the old woman said, “here you are. Saving us.” “That was because of Auxiliary,” he said. “My shield here, who gave up his last vestige of life so I could come to you in time.” “And what was Auxiliary?” “My spren. A…quantum of power, Investiture, come to life.” “And where did that being come from?” From…a Shard of Adonalsium. Storms.
