She went on to give further instructions about visualization, such as to strengthen your abdomen to put more force into it, and to imagine the darkness emitting from a pinpoint in front of the chest.
Abrial had already squeezed her eyes shut again. She was fiercely visualizing darkness erupting from a pinpoint in front of her, flashing out over the clearing and transforming the sky into a smoky black so dark that she couldn't even see her own desk anymore. She allowed the remaining anxiousness from recalling her worst fears to course through her body like poison, visualizing, and visualizing. From the outside, her face was screwed up so tightly it looked like she was about to explode.
At last, she opened her eyes slowly, heart beating excitedly in her ears. What would the result be? Her mind was surely chaotic enough to produce something good, right?!
The smile wiped off her face. Her face fell.
