Lyrah looked at the First Elder calmly, almost too calmly for a time that was far too long. And when she finally did speak, it carried a chill that sank right into the very depths of his bones.
"You're free to try."
A simple phrase, calm and unbothered. But it was layered with a threat that almost made the First Elder take a step back. Even he felt the chill creeping along his skin, raising his hair and prying into the depths of his soul.
He thought that, at most, Lyrah would be a small bit stronger than him. He didn't expect that the gap would be so vast.
What the First Elder didn't know was that the talent he knew of was a version of Lyrah that wasn't whole. Ever since she had been caught by Caulderone, Lyrah had had a piece of her soul taken away, permanently kept separate from her body.
