A sudden surge rippled through her body, sharp and electric, forcing her to halt mid-step. Her breath caught painfully in her throat.
Leonard noticed at once. He turned, his eyes narrowing as they settled on her rigid form.
Just as he suspected.
Her magic did not awaken without reason—it responded to power. And power had been here. Strong, ancient power. An Okitu. An Inui. Their presence lingering like a scar etched into the land.
Dydra's hands flew to her head as faint whispers brushed against her ears. At first they were distance, incoherent—mere murmurs carried on the air. Then they grew louder.
Clearer. Dozens of voices speaking at once, overlapping, pleading, laughing.
"No... " she breathed.
