Chapter 27 The Awakened Magic
- The chamber is lit only by silver fire.
- Flames twist within a circle of runes etched into the stone floor — runes that pulse and breathe as if alive. The air smells of burnt sage and stormwater; the energy is thick enough to hum against skin.
- Ysolde stands before the circle, her dark robes sweeping the floor, eyes gleaming with something between pride and warning.