Her breath steadied as she focused her eidra.
With her eyes gently closed, she allowed the energy to rise and flow—warm and pulsing through her veins like a quiet wave.
Around her, the camp was open under the soft rising morning light.
Distant clangs of steel rang out from another part of the camp, where Jinn and the others were engaged in their sparring.
The echoes of their battle carried over the area, but none of it shook Ophelia's concentration.
She remained still, kneeling on the grass.
Then, slowly, she opened her eyes.
Raising one hand, a soft glow blossomed in her palm.
Golden light flowed outward, gentle and warm, casting a radiant circle around her.
It wasn't blinding, but comforting.
like sunlight.
A small group of already awake individuals had gathered nearby, drawn by the unfamiliar calm that now hung in the air.
They stood or sat at a respectful distance, watching her.
