"Vag kol Has!"
The ancient runes etched around Freya's hands pulsed with radiant light that could be seen through her armor, their intricate patterns gleaming like molten gold as she channeled her mana and aether into the magic circle before her. A surge of intense energy rippled through the air, crackling with anticipation.
Suddenly, red flames erupted from the center of the magic circle, rising like a turbulent river of magma. The heat radiated outward, casting a warm glow across Freya's determined expression. Her eyes blazed with concentration, reflecting the fiery intensity of her magical prowess.
The room was suffused with the essence of power, as the runes surrounding Freya's form grew even brighter, resonating with the surge of mana flowing through her veins. Each movement was deliberate and precise, weaving the threads of magic into a potent tapestry of elemental force.
