In the temple, at the altar where the ritual had just taken place, Crya was at the table littered with blood getting ready to clean the mess when Barrett, who had just woken up, came out.
"Good Morning, Cyra," he greeted.
"Barrett, how are you feeling?"
"So far, I feel fine; I don't feel like anything's changed with my body, physically. I don't know about magic yet; I haven't tried using any or picking up a sword."
"Well, do you mind if we test that?"
"How?" Barrett asked curiously.
"Elio!" She called, and the massive bird statue seemed to break his vegetative state and glance in our direction.
"I almost forgot about him. If you're okay with me destroying your house, then having a spar is fine with me."
"Very well, meet in the center of the temple, and the victor will be the first to restrain the other."
