Gratitude

The shrine pulses with a cool blue light. Inside of her body, Wessex will feel re-calibrated. But the Voice does not appear. Her avatar is...stretched shall we say. Weakened. But she does hear. "Be strong, bright one. Your time is coming." Her voice, the voice that nestled against Wessex's consciousness while she was being rebuilt, radiates outwards, though it crackles, as if coming across a great distance. "Be wary though daughter, they will try and trick you. You are not one of them. You are brighter. You are ascended. Let not their imperfections taint you." The glow faded. The shrine fell silent.