Cathryn's eyes widened in terror as she gazed at Rosalind's right hand. A soft, ethereal glow began to emanate from it, like a gentle sunrise breaking through the darkness. The light pulsed with a warm, golden energy, as if infused with the essence of honey and sunlight.
Cathryn's voice trembled. "What's happening to her? Oh, gods, Lucine, what's happening?"
Lucine's face was awestruck, his eyes fixed on Rosalind's hand. "I don't know, but it's like nothing I've ever seen."
The glow intensified, illuminating the room with an otherworldly radiance. Cathryn shielded her eyes, fearful of the unknown power unfolding before her.
Rosalind's hand began to rise, as if drawn by an invisible force. Her fingers splayed, and the light coalesced into a brilliant beam, shining like a miniature star.
