Symbols formed in the suspended water, intricate designs that hovered at waist height, glowing with that same blue radiance that pulsed through the channels. They swirled around Cale in a loose circle, then, to Apollo's alarm, began forming around him as well.
The patterns were identica, twin currents that flowed in perfect symmetry, connecting Cale and Apollo with shimmering strands of living water. Where they intersected, the light pulsed brighter, like two harmonious notes combining to create a more powerful chord.
"It's beautiful," Mira whispered, her face illuminated by the glowing symbols. "Look how they mirror each other." Her eyes widened with sudden understanding. "The temple wants you both. It wants you to act together."
Thorin backed away from the water shapes, his axe raised defensively. "More tricks," he growled, though uncertainty had crept into his voice. "More manipulation."
