Light bloomed on her cheek, the healer’s work.

It healed nothing.

Masego had fought demons at Second Liesse. One of them had been a demon of Order, what Praesi called a Beast of Hierarchy. Their essence, as I understood it, was a perversion of laws. Hierophant had learned to mimic that, to a a very limited extent. Inside my killing grounds one law had been established: Light had no effect.

...

“Enough,” the Grey Pilgrim said.

He pointed his staff at me and a star came to life.

...

“Sever.”

Masego’s miracle vanished.

- Book 4, Chapter 16: Pirouette