The air smells of ozone, crushed pine, and the sharp, metallic tang of raw genesis energy.
He's losing control, Kade roars, his physical voice echoing across the chaotic courtyard. The pulse is too strong! It's going to tear the courtyard apart!
Asher is standing in the center of the courtyard, his small hands pressed flat against the rippling cobblestones. His mismatched eyes are wide, terrified, the geometric lattice in his silver eye blazing with a fierce, blinding violet light. He is trying to ground the energy, but it's too much. The creation energy is overflowing, rewriting the physical world at a molecular level.
Elara is sitting cross-legged beside him, her charcoal pencil flying across the paper. She isn't drawing the geometry of the tree. She is drawing the geometry of the roo
