Chapter 7

The night air was cool, silver light spilling across the valley, grass leaves carrying the scent of dew. I stood by the stream, raising my hand, watching the silver patterns flow slowly in my palm. They no longer spiraled out of control or burned. I could feel that power responding to me—like a heartbeat, rhythm gentle and steady. "Very good," Elias's voice came from behind me. "You've learned to make it obey." I turned. He maintained that tranquil demeanor, silver robes lifted gently...