Walking over to Winter, the specter of a woman brought up one hand. Now that he was closer, Matt could see that she only had skin from the wrist down. The forearm was made of twigs and branches, not clothes or some coverings as he first thought.
“Dost thou choose my side in the eternal conflict?”
Matt and the others agreed, with Aster yipping her excited answer.
Hearing that, Winter’s raised hand emanated a blue glow that shone down on all of them.
Matt felt like a cup of cold honey was poured on his head, and it numbed him as it slowly crept down his body to reach his toes.
When it finally settled on him, Matt could feel the boon.
It was like his AI, in a way, except it had no interface and didn’t really actively do anything. But that was the best comparison he had for the feeling.
