Her bead grazed the shield's edge, steadier than her usual wobble, her wavy bob bouncing with a nod of approval.
Nellie's bead hit the rim, her braids swaying, her gray-green eyes sparkling with pride, her thick thighs steady under her skirt.
Viora's bead clipped the target, her red lace glowing, her smirk grudging but pleased, her green hair catching the light.
Myra's bead wobbled but struck true, her black lace twisting, her brown eyes glinting with a triumphant laugh.
The improvement was modest—sharper paths, less mana flicker—but undeniable, their eyes widening at the difference, their sweaty bodies glistening in the lantern's glow.
Lor stepped back, his hazel eyes still gleaming, his posture rigid with the Light's presence, genuinely impressed.
Their unity, their fire, their sweaty curves swaying in the shed's steamy air—it surpassed his expectations.
His mind raced with bolder rituals, ones to push their limits further, to keep them bound to the Light's power.
