the Seer raised her hand, and with a single, dismissive gesture, the seals unraveled, each lock and ward dissipating into the air like mist under a hot sun.
Without hesitation, the Seer stepped forward, and the divine energy flooding the room roared in intensity, swirling like a violent storm. Yet she moved through it as if it were no more than a gentle breeze, her robes undisturbed, her demeanor as serene as if she had entered a peaceful garden. The air around her pulsed with power, bending to her presence and quieting in respect to her strength.
The others dared not enter, standing at the threshold as the Seer faced the divine storm alone, prepared to confront the forces wreaking havoc within the room.
