Mark's body was already reacting, faint veins of silver energy crawling over his skin, while Sylvara's icy aura formed delicate frost spirals that evaporated just as quickly as they appeared.
Aurora, however, was something else entirely. The moment she consumed the stone and began channeling the core's energy, her presence erupted like a silent explosion. A dome of light flared around her, tinged with gold and violet hues.
Damon instinctively took a step back. Holy shit... he thought. If he had ever doubted her class or background, this completely erased it. Whatever priestess class she belonged to or whatever her bloodline was, it wasn't something basic.
Kate came to stand beside him, arms still folded, her eyes fixed ahead, but her tone calm. "Who is that woman? Do you know her beforehand?" She asked softly.
Damon immediately shook his head. "No. No. Never. She is just a really good player. And has some sort of special bloodline. I really do not know anything else about her."
