Extending her hands, the pink glowing energy materializes, swirling in the air like a living entity. It condenses, pure and potent, radiating an aura that chills the air around her.
The energy coils around her arm like a serpent, its movements fluid and deliberate, as if it has a will of its own. Sliding with an eerie grace, it spirals down to the very tips of her fingers
A vial begins to take shape, its glass materializing in mid-air, piece by delicate piece, as though the universe itself is bending to her will. "I..." Her voice quivers, the words catching in her throat as her heart pounds like a war drum. Her breaths come in rapid, uneven bursts, her mind clouded by flashes of the power that has chosen her.
