POV: Queen Amethyst Walker Reynolds
The grotto had fallen into a heavy, expectant silence after the retreat of the Void-Wraiths. The air, once thick with the ozone of battle and the sulfur of the valley, was now filtered through the ancient magic of the waterfall, smelling of moss and cold stone. I sat by the crystal pool, my hands still trembling slightly from the sheer volume of power I had channeled. The world was beginning to settle back into its physical dimensions, but my violet eyes still caught the faint, lingering trails of the weaver-light I had pulled from the ether.
Jumanah moved with a rhythmic, ethereal grace, pouring the Moon-Oak tea into three earthen cups. The steam rose in silver curls, mimicking the patterns of the threads I had just cut. Jackson sat beside me, his lar
