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Malyen Oretsev is dead, and his forearm is wrapped around Alina Starkov's wrist. The antlers of the stag, the scales of the sea serpent and the tracker's bone combine Alina Starkov's power into something much more divine than a saint and more fearsome than a summoner. They strip Alina away from herself, leaving only terrible, searing light behind.
Gutted of her humanity and with her Grisha powers defiled, Alina isn't a saint. She's a god, and Ravka will worship at her feet.
But, like all things, like calls to like - and light demands the balance of shadow.