The woman let her smile stretch slowly, as if savoring her own anticipation. With a delicate gesture—as light as the breath of a feather—she released part of her aura.
It was as if a crater had opened in the center of the hall.
The temperature plummeted. The mist around her figure thickened and grew, casting shadows that writhed across the walls like hungry fingers. The arcane lights flickered, and the floating symbols on the ceiling spun in disorderly spasms. One of the elders faltered on his throne, the veils of energy over his face trembling with the force that now permeated the space.
But then Strax took a deep breath.
And the world responded.
