Jack walked to the middle of the sanctum and sat crossleged"your nightcrests hold many powers, such as your nightbanes, Powerful weapons that could, in the hands of an expert would the gods themselves"

Jack raised his right hand as his nightcrests lit up, in his hand manifested a rough image of a crossbow that let out an explosion of white light in the form of an upwards beam that shaped into razorsong, sending outwards a faint draft of wind"just like such"