Mystica moved toward the center of Sheila's room, her bare feet gliding across the polished floor as her glowing irises scanned every corner. With a single breath, she knelt gracefully, brushing her fingertips across the smooth surface.
A subtle hum filled the air as her magic began to thread itself into the room.
She whispered in an ancient tongue of the Primordials—words so old they vibrated through the very foundation of the room like a low, celestial pulse. Golden glyphs spun outward from her hand, like ink in water, crawling across the floor, walls, and ceiling in thin, intricate spirals of light.
First Array: Arcane Seal of Sovereign Access.
The glyphs pulsed, forming a circular sigil beneath her—eight points flaring into symbols as she spoke their names aloud:
"Sheila. Liam. Dylan. Max. Charlotte. Ariana. Asher."
