The air in the summoning chamber crackled with energy as I stood before the ancient stone altar, the sigils carved into its surface glowing faintly with a cold blue light. My patience was wearing thin, and I clenched my fists, willing Cassandra to appear faster. Her games, her delays—always testing the limits of my temper.
The wind shifted, and the flickering flames of the torches lining the room dimmed. A swirling vortex of silver and blue appeared above the altar, and from it, Cassandra emerged, her form ethereal yet commanding. Her deep crimson hair cascaded down her shoulders, her piercing eyes narrowing as they landed on me.
“You summon me like I am one of your pawns,” she said, her voice sharp and cutting. “What is it now, Cassian?”
I stepped forward, my gaze locking onto hers. “Y
