Sarisa, at first alarmed, stared at the scene in wonder. "It's… actually quite beautiful."
The words seemed to linger in the steam-drenched air, echoing off the shimmering cavern walls.
The otherworldly fire still danced atop the surface of the spa pool, casting violet and gold reflections on the ancient stone and the gleaming obsidian.
For a moment, all four women Elysia, Veylira, Raveth, and Sarisa were utterly still, watching Kaelith's magic burn, fierce and proud, yet somehow not destructive, only transforming the atmosphere with its wild beauty.
Elysia felt something in her heart loosen, the day's tension replaced by a sweet ache. How many times had she tried to keep Kaelith's fire in check, to protect her from her own power?
And yet here, in this strange demonic sanctuary, that same fire seemed almost right.
