[o] [SE] this is the correlation between salvation and love

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen
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The air crackled around them, and Liam tensed - and suddenly there was a disembodied voice that sounded oddly familiar. It was the voice that had been in his head all those times, Liam realized. And it sounded delighted.

The fact that it knew his name had his hair standing on end. He’d never wanted so badly to draw his sword on something he couldn’t even see - and it was that detail that kept him immobile, staring at the space between them, where there was something blooming in the air - a hint of a grin, a ripple in time, a distortion of space - and then it was gone.

There was a long silence. What did one say after such a display?

A muscle feathered in Liam’s jaw. ”We should head back to the village,” he said, a near-order in a tone that brokered no argument.

I've never seen someone lit from within
Blurring out my periphery

Liam