The Sunforged Knight's gauntlet burned like a captured sunrise as your fingers brushed against it. Where the Moonweaver's touch had been cool and spreading, his was immediate and intense - golden fire raced up your arm, dancing across the silver constellations the moon had left behind. The knight's visor lifted to reveal eyes like molten gold, his face all sharp angles and solar flares. 'The sun does not reflect,' he boomed, his voice like a forge at dawn. 'It reveals.'

Heat exploded through your chest as he pulled you into his radiance. The world dissolved into blinding light and roaring flames. You saw yourself standing atop a pyramid of swords, your shadow stretching across a desert of glass. Armies knelt before you, their banners turning to ash in the wind. A city of gold rose from the sands at your command, its towers piercing the clouds.

Then just as suddenly, you were back on the cliffs, your skin steaming where the knight released you. The silver tattoos now swirled with threads of gold, pulsing like a heartbeat. The Starlight Crown's gems had changed again - one now burned with miniature sunfire beside the captured moonlight. The Voidwalker shifted impatiently in the shadows, their form flickering between solid and smoke.

The High Priestess staggered back, her ceremonial staff cracking against the stone. 'Two blessings?' she breathed. 'The celestial balance...' Her words dissolved into panicked whispers as the gathered crowd erupted into murmurs. Above you, the stars themselves seemed to tremble, their patterns rewriting moment by moment.