The captain is an oxblood?

The term hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken danger. George felt a chill run down his spine, though he didn't fully understand why.

"Sun craft?" he repeated, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. "What exactly is that?"

Amara stood up, pacing the room as she explained. "Imagine the deadliest weapon against a creature of the night. What would it be?"

George didn't hesitate. "The sun."

"Exactly," Amara nodded. "Sun craft is the ability to harness and weaponize the very essence of sunlight. It's a magic that turns our greatest weakness into their most potent weapon."

George's mind reeled at the implications. "So they can, what, throw balls of sunlight at us?"

Amara's laugh was without humor. "If only it were that simple. Sun craft is far more versatile and insidious. They can create barriers of sunlight, imbue their weapons with solar energy, even temporarily transform parts of their body into pure, burning light."