Lucien followed Cielius through the door. He was curious about what had stirred such excitement in the old man. The air beyond shimmered faintly with restrained energy.
When Lucien stepped through, his breath caught.
The ground was carved with layer upon layer of intricate magic circles. They overlapped like constellations drawn in light. Each of them pulsed with rhythm, interlocking in perfect synchrony.
At a corner, two figures moved with precision.
The female figure wove shimmering threads of mana that intertwined to form new magic circles across the floor. Her hands moved like a seamstress of reality itself as she stitched one array to the next.
Beside her, the male figure formed complex hand seals in the air. His aura bent space as if holding the entire construct stable.
Lucien froze.
Cienna wasn't using Dominion Circles... She was weaving magic circles directly from raw mana. That's something he thought was impossible... Her control was frighteningly refined.
