Byleth attempts to use the Divine Pulse.

Byleth let out a long sigh, having finally attained some sense of calm. Enough time was spent ruminating on events that the hands of time would soon erase.

She struggled to right herself, her body aching and complaining as she slowly righted herself. Slick skin chilled in the open air as it separated from the bed and she felt her insides shift as Kostas’ load dribbled out of her. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her behind settled in the now-cold puddle.

“Ugh…”

Byleth shuddered, trying her best to focus. The pungent scent threatened to overwhelm her, eliciting scenes of her defilement. She pushed them away - soon they would be naught but memories.

Eyes closed, she called upon that mystical sensation once again. Despite Sothis’ harsh tongue, Byleth was grateful for that which she granted…