I force my wings to unfold from around Camilla. With gentle movements, I shift her from my lap to rest on the rocky ground. As I rise to my full height, my old memories of battle tactics swim through my thoughts. I recall pulling on my angelic energy to strike or outmaneuver an enemy.
Now, I focus that same power in a new direction: magic.
My experiences and power weave together. I don’t need ingredients for a spell. Those things are for casters without enough natural magic. I now have plenty.
Beyond our little stretch of rocky ground, the rest of the world burns. Chaos smoke rises in every direction. Screams echo across a red landscape. To repair this horror, I need my magic.
So, I gaze upon Camilla. She lies on one side, reclining in a way that reminds me of a Greek goddess statue. S
