Loren POV
I felt the Gentle Darkness stir inside me, just as Liltih had said it would.
Its power was that of the pure mana that I felt flow through me when I was at the Sanctum Harmonium, only this time I felt it begin to take shape. It shifted and shimmered inside the depths of my soul, begging to be released into the physical world in the form of magic.
I opened my palm and without any incantation or strict form, a bright purple flame appeared in my hand. It was a tiny flame, yet it was stronger and more powerful than any magic I had ever produced since learning sorcery.
It burned like a miniature sun in my hand, resembling the purple sun that the prophecy had shown me.
I willed the flame to shoot forth and it did exactly that, colliding with a giant oak tree in front of me and rendering it into nothing but ashes, floating amongst the falling snowflakes.
