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Crystarium - VIP Suite in the Pendants

Waiting in the room reserved for the victorious Warrior of Darkness was a woman of such exquisite beauty that it was all too surprising for anyone to believe she was a seasoned adventurer and savior of Eorzea. Unlike the white robes she wore back in the Source, she was dressed in black robes fashioned by the locals of Rak'tika. Regardless of what she was wearing, many Eorzeans would have agreed she was one of the finest ladies, every man who passed her found themselves wanting.

Yet the lovely woman's face was filled with sadness and concerns for her beloved champion. Though blessed he was, it was only delaying the inevitable as he had been suffused with the Light cast away from the dying Lightwardens. What was to become of him? Only time will tell and drastic times called for more drastic measures, her teacher Master Matoya would often say back in the Source.

As the heavily worn pants fell along with vials of various potions that clung to Than's utility belt, Y'shtola had to avert her gaze away from her dear friend for a moment as her eyes adjusted soon. While it was invisible to the untrained eyes, the light-infused within Than's mighty broadsword was simply too blinding for anyone able to see the flow of Aether. So blinding it was as a matter of fact if the full might of its Light was unleashed upon the Crystarium, the tranquil peace of night that was earned after a difficult battle would be washed away threefold by an abundance of Light that radiated from Than's mighty greatsword.

If she were to compare it to something equally as threatening and infused with the Light, it was most likely of the same nature if not exceeding the power of the holy sword wielded by the late King Thordan VII who slew the Ascians Lahabrea and Igeyorhm.

It was as if Ascalon, the Sword of Promised Victory hung loosely before her face. A very potent weapon against seemingly immortal entities such as the Ascians...the face of a certain smug, eccentric and arrogant Garlean Magitek Engineer came to mind when she thought of it being ever so similar in nature as Ascalon. She can imagine the former Tribunus Laticlavius trying to find ways to weaponize Than's broadsword into Magitek Ascian slaying weapon if he had been present.

As Y'shtola disrobed and held Than's Ascalon between her beautiful breasts she muttered...

"Though I have no proof, I fear that the light which poured forth from the Lightwardens was not negated at all, and must be extracted by however means necessary..."