After seeing the flushed faces of the soldiers after the process was complete, Priya was beginning to regret asking to go last. The anticipation had been building all afternoon, and the rest of the unit's officers were awake again to whisper hints of what to expect in her ear.
The aura around the camp now felt more like the first-year Academy dorms, with a mass of untrained young Witches whose auras were quickly growing and still somewhat unstable.
Given some time, they would become balanced. It was just the forced progression that was making them fluctuate as their bodies struggled to adapt.
Other than the group on watch, they were all working on activating their weapon spells smoothly, and many of the stronger ones had moved on to activating the enhancement circles on their physical armour as well.
