Markos imploringly raised his hand. He watched the mage carefully as he continued his explanation. "And to do that just then, is something that overtaxes our bodies and knocks us out for hours or days."
What is really making him react like a jealous child? Markos wondered as he saw Vladimar's jaw tighten.
Vladimars looked doubtful, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "And yet, you have the energy to do what you describe with the goddess for what sounds like an age," his words sharp and bitter.
Vladimars's biting words struck Markos with the hard realization of the true feeling behind it all. It's because he is jealous. He realized.
Iliana gestured to the chamber around them. All around them, the crystals glowed with a musical chime. "It is because of this temple, Vlad. This is not a normal place of worship. Power pulses within its walls and strengthens those within it. Do you not look and feel stronger than you have in memory?" She asked with a kind, gentle tone.
