Her holy magic filled the clearing.
The darkness in him writhed even as it drank in the essence of death around him.
She was so bright. All the way through to her core.
Almost too bright.
He dropped to one knee in front of her, his head bowed low enough that his forehead touched his knee as he held out his hands, palms up, with his bow across them.
“I am Silvark Corvin, and I pledge myself to you now and forever.”