"Tch!" Seraphina gritted her teeth, her breath sharp as she glared at the old man before her. Her fists clenched, trembling—not with fear, but with barely restrained fury. Aether pulsed from her fingers, surging like a living force, wrapping her hands in an ethereal glow.
The energy shifted.
In an instant, the Aether morphed, twisting and shaping itself into the snarling heads of dragons. Their eyes flared with untamed power, their translucent scales shimmering like fragments of the night sky. The twin beasts coiled around her fists, their spectral jaws parting as if eager to consume the world itself. Blue sparks crackled in the air, the sheer energy distorting the space around her hands.
But she wasn't done yet.
Seraphina clenched her fists tighter, her knuckles whitening under the pressure. The very air around her trembled as the luminous blue of her Aether deepened, shifting, no, evolving.
