Marcelina

I turn away from the glow, pressing a hand to my temple as I grapple with the connection that tugs at the edges of my awareness. The caverns, pulsating with life after centuries of dormancy, stir something within Skyler. Each beat of power resonates with her essence, a symphony of ancient magic and youthful vigor.

"Skyler," I murmur, my voice a whisper lost in the breeze that snakes through the craggy landscape. Pride swells in my chest, a buoyant force that battles the ...