Walk. In. The. Light!

You've been Aion blessed out there, protecting Elysea from dark forces. How many Progress Tokens have you scraped together this time?

• "I have 12 Progress Tokens."
• "I have 28 Progress Tokens."
• "I have 60 Progress Tokens."

Faith and arms, Daeva, faith and arms.

Now, I oughtta ask: You could hold out till you gathered twenty-eight or sixty Tokens. Those get you rewards with even more sparkle.

• "I'm sure."
• "I could get twenty-eight."

Looks like you've been bearing light everywhere you go, Daeva. Twenty-eight Progress Tokens!

You know that if you wait till you've got sixty Tokens, your reward will reflect even more of your astounding abilities and purity of soul.

• "My soul is pretty pure already."
• "I'll hold out for a fitting reward."

Sixty Progress Tokens! Shards! I barely believe it!

Why can't all Daevas in our Order be as Balfired amazing as you?

Hand over those Tokens. One sun-special reward coming right up!

• "I've waited so long for this."
• "Actually, I want to hold onto these."

Balaur take it! The whole reward system's gone scaly.

Sorry, Daeva. I have to ask you to come back later...after I've fixed this 'fired thing.

You are one hot egg-hatcher! Sweating and working your way to all those Progress Tokens for Elysea's people and future!

Looking forward to seeing more of you, Daeva. Come on back tomorrow, yeah?

You are one hot egg-hatcher! Sweating and working your way to all those Progress Tokens for Elysea's people and future!

Looking forward to seeing more of you, Daeva. Come on back tomorrow, yeah?

You are one hot egg-hatcher! Sweating and working your way to all those Progress Tokens for Elysea's people and future!

Looking forward to seeing more of you, Daeva. Come on back tomorrow, yeah?

No shattering way! I had no idea you'd like the reward so much. No idea.

On behalf of the Alabaster Order of Aion's Divine Hand, it's my pleasure to formally offer you our thanks. Please continue using your Aion-blessed abilities for the reputation of our Order.

Faith and arms, gloomies!