"A 'world breaker'... I see." Raine gave that the thought it deserved. Someone capable of that cruelty, with all the power of Origin-- no. No, she would not tangle with that lightly, especially not on her own. But it was the right thing to do, and she was confident enough in her own skills and what she sensed, here and now.

"I understand," she said finally. "...I promise, I won't let you suffer." Though she would have some explaining to do to Anton, if that turned out to be the case-- but she was sure enough that it would not.

She didn't bother to change her posture before she started to cast. Her eyes slid half-closed again, and light spun up beneath them in the same way-- though faster, brighter, as if Raine was surer with this one. It was mirrored in the faint glow at the brass head of her staff, in the heart of the unicorn's horn she held. "Resurrection," she said, like it was an order, and that light vanished from beneath her, fell over Erskine in the faint shape of folded wings before ultimately fading into him.