Dungeon Again

Sylmira stood still for a heartbeat after Erend's words.

"She's in your hands now."

The sentence itself was calm, respectful, even trusting. But underneath it Sylmira felt there were something vast. A weight that pressed against her senses like the presence of a thunderstorm hiding behind clear skies.

Her high Magic sensitivity responded instinctively, pulling her deeper into the sensation radiating from Erend.

He wasn't flaring his aura of power or anything or doing anything consciously threatening, But it still felt like standing on the edge of an endless abyss when she look at him.

That power. That density of raw Magic, makes Sylmira thinks.

"He's stronger than Eccar…" Sylmira thought. "And I didn't even think that was possible."

She forced herself to breathe and gathered her composure with a practiced smile.

"Understood," she said gently. "You have my word."