Sylmira's chamber glowed. The air vibrates with slow and deliberate power. Runes they had drawn along the walls shimmered with a restrained luminescence, keeping the energy contained within the room's circular bounds and not lashing outside.
The scent of chalk dust, Magic ink, and warm crystal filled the air as the signs of long hours of Magical work.
At the center of the room, Arty knelt beside a wide crystalline slate with her sleeves rolled up and hair tied loosely behind her.
The surface in front of her was covered in dozens of half-finished diagrams created from sigils for resistance, absorption, and sealing. Each one of them was drawn with silver and gold ink that shimmered with her Magic energy.
Her fingers hovered over the lines as she channeled a steady stream of energy, linking each sigil together with careful precision just like what Sylmira had taught her.
