"From within the mightiest Feu,"
"Eyes with crystal hues of blue,"
"Will emerge a heirloom of l'eau,"
"For the clamor of power, she shall sue,"
"Thou shall witness the clash of l'eau and Feu!"
Around midnight of the full moon's night, there was a rhapsody of peculiar frenzy covering the entirety of the wizard's village. Far away from the caves and cottages, deep inside the plain grounds, a hefty amount of woods were being fed to a huge globe of burning fire.
A group of women wearing black flowy dresses, drenched in the blood of slaughtered white crows were dancing around the wild flames of fire. They circled and spanned on their heels as the men sitting in a circle around them chanted the spells loudly in unison. From afar the women appeared to be drowned in a trance, their eyes shut and arms floating up in the air, getting artistically along their swaying body movement.
