{"The strength of the wolf is the pack, and the strength of the pack is the wolf."}
The seal pulsed beneath my palm like a steady, sacred, ancient heartbeat. The magic of the Omega Chamber recognized my blood and lineage and welcomed my command. I inhaled sharply and let the power rise in me, not just the refined discipline taught by the Elders, but the raw, instinctual Omega magic that came from the core of who I was. It surged like a wave through my veins, into the moonstone barrier surrounding the chamber, and then outward into the soil of the Royal Garden.
"By the ancient covenant of the moon," I whispered, "I bind the Sanctuary. No darkness may cross. No death shall claim it."
The barrier shimmered, then solidified into a radiant dome of silver and pearl light. The energy rippled outward, encasing the entire garden in a protective glow.
Behind me, Spark stepped up and placed his hand on my shoulder. "It's done," I said quietly, and he nodded.
