The symbols appeared impossibly intricate, each one connecting to the next until they resembled the branches of an ancient tree spreading across the floor.
A silver liquid from the crystal vial was poured carefully over the fragment of lace.
Instead of soaking into the fabric, it shimmered upon the surface like liquid and spread in circles like moonlight.
The air itself seemed to grow heavier as each symbol took shape. The torches lining the corridor flickered. Not because of any passing breeze...But because the magic gathering around Vera had begun responding to her will..
Vera closed her eyes. "The queen's essence still lingers," she whispered, her voice was softer now. "As long as that thread remembers its owner... so shall my magic."
She inhaled deeply before beginning the incantation.
"Per essentiam ligatam...Per vestigia animae...Per memoriam carnis et sanguinis...Monstra mihi iter absconditum.
