Purity's Prerogative

Do you feel it, ‹name›? That cold hand that grips your throat? That chill settled in the pit of your stomach? That is the touch of the Maw, as certain as the Archon's will. I do not know how Lysonia came to possess this power, but we must act quickly. I will inform the Archon of what transpired here. You will act where my Hand could not. I will explain as we fly. Speak to me when you are prepared to leave the temple.