When Serafina unleashed her true power, the magical energy rippled through Detroit like a stone cast into still water. Across the city, high-tiered figures felt the disturbance; some experienced it as a mere tingle, others as an eerie chill that made them pause mid-stride. Many found their gazes drawn instinctively toward the source of the emanation.
In her private study, Selene Marquis looked up from her leather-bound tome, her fingers still marking the page as she peered through the window into the night. "Hmm…" she murmured, her voice barely audible in the silence.
Throughout the city, the same thought echoed in the minds of those powerful enough to sense it: someone on the Ranked Board was stirring up trouble. Yet none chose to interfere as the matter didn't concern them directly, and in their world, such restraint often meant the difference between survival and becoming collateral damage.