"I am no longer the same now, Tristana." The air crackled with a different kind of energy, but Tracy stayed where she stood. "I can take you on; the power balance has shifted."
Hearing her confident words, Tracy was genuinely bemused. She stood on the spot without moving while trying to process the information that had been dumped on her. At first she thought that Morga was joking, but one look at her face and she realised that she was not joking. She was freaking serious. She meant every word that she spoke. And what was even more shocking was that she had actually come to believe this nonsense.
The vessel she was using was not strong enough to hold the magic of greater capacity, and sacrificing the young and making them turn into amorphous had left her with barely a fourth of her strength. The magic inside her was dwindling, and she was this close to disappearing altogether, with the flickering magic like that of a small flame in the air.
