The air inside the western watch house was heavy with the ozone smell of burning spiritual crystals. Seraphina stood beside the iron floor grating watching the erratic pulses of violet light coming from the massive energy reservoir in the basement below. The stone walls glistened with the condensation of the storm that was brewing outside. "The line is settling, my Lady," Callum said from the shadows beside the weapon racks, calmly adjusting his leather gauntlets.
Seraphina spun around to face him. "It's not steadying Callum. "The frequency is falling. “An internal source is being systematically drained of the crystals.”
Callum stopped, his hands flat on his belt. The flickering violet light distorted his features. “You’ve spent too much time listening to rumors, Lady Seraphina. Alpha’s
