"Narod, heed my summons," Fray whispered.
A hush fell upon the chamber, the silence a palpable entity in itself. Elisa's gaze darted waiting for the Strom.
"...." While The Watcher looked at Fray in confusion.
Then, without warning, the hall trembled with a sudden, overwhelming force. A golden radiance burst forth, centring around Fray, its brilliance painting the walls with the hues of dawn. The aura was thick, and tangible, a cloak of power that filled every crevice of the space.
Elisa staggered, a groan escaping her lips as she dropped to her knees, the weight of the aura pressing down upon her. Her consciousness waned, her vision blurring as she beheld the spectacle. (A visible aura! Such a legendary presence is only mentioned in the myths,) she thought, awe mingling with fear.
