Gustalon sensed the difference, too. But the change was ephemeral, a shift in the metaphysical wind that he couldn't quite put into words.
Dirtclaw glanced at the elemental, seeing him close his eyes in concentration. He didn't disturb him. Instead, he turned back to gaze quietly at the breathtaking view of the mortal world outside his "kennel."
If Orion were here, he would have instantly recognized what was happening. Inside Gustalon's ethereal form, something was coalescing.
It wasn't obvious, and Gustalon wasn't consciously directing it.
It was a Body of Faith—the precursor to Archlord status.
In truth, Dirtclaw was wrong.
The wind in Blackstone City hadn't gotten warmer. The people of the Stoneheart Horde had.
As more clans and races integrated, their collective spirit forged a stronger, more resilient will. The warmth Dirtclaw and Gustalon felt was the radiation of pure Faith energy.
