The office of the Scribe was quiet, a stark contrast to the frantic reconstruction happening in the streets below. Elara Zephyrwind sat behind her desk, a cup of herbal tea growing cold in her hands.
She was pale. The 'Closure' spell had taken a tithe from her soul that sleep could not easily replenish. Her skin had a translucent, fragile quality, like fine porcelain held up to a light. But her eyes—those violet, sharp eyes—were alert, scanning the stack of field reports from the Lower City patrol.
Her finger traced the ink on the report regarding the "Golden Burst" in Sector 4.
Subject: Dain Ragnor. Event: Spontaneous manifestation of high-density Life Force. Effect: Dispersal of unknown containment field. Healing properties confirmed.
"Life Force," Elara whispered to the empty room.
