"The runes don't belong to anyone."
Pamela raised her hands, and for a moment, the storm seemed to hesitate. The runes in the air trembled, as if unsure of their allegiance, and Zal'Zerael's glowing eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?" It growled.
Pamela smirked, "Showing you why I'm I am HER."
She clapped her hands together, and a soundless pulse rippled outward. The runes in the air froze, their twisting forms locking into place as Pamela's aura surged. Her infinity-marked eyes burned with arcane power, and for the first time since Zal'Zerael started manipulating the runes, the storm seemed to bow to her will.
"You think you're so special because you're a dragon that can manipulate the runes?" Pamela said, and this time around, her voice no longer had the playfulness in them, it was now cold and commanding.
"Let me show you what true mastery looks like."
