"Miracle! This is a miracle!" the old man shouted, practically vibrating with excitement. His voice was packed with shock and reverence. "I never thought there'd be someone in this world who could absorb our power on such a massive scale. Then it's her—she's the one the gods chose!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the entire tribe tipped into a frenzy. Everyone looked like they'd been lit on fire from the inside. One after another, they pulled out the energy ore they'd been holding and piled it high in the plaza at the center of the settlement.
The old man stared at the heap, a wild light flashing in his eyes. Then he drew out the ore's power and flung it into the sky.
But the energy didn't last long up there. In the blink of an eye it crumbled into ash and scattered on the wind. The power itself didn't disperse, though—every last thread of it streamed straight into Feylora, as if it had already decided she was this world's new ruler.
