In the silver silence of night, Xaliryn wandered beyond the veil of her forested domain, drawn by a strange pulse of wild energy. The scent of salt and fire carried her to a secluded beach where a girl with silk-ebony skin knelt barefoot in the sand.
With a casual motion of her hand, the girl sparked a bonfire that roared to life — no flint, no whisper of spell, only raw, primal command.
Xaliryn's eyes gleamed.
“Power,” she whispered.
The Circle would not remain the same after tonight...