CHAPTER 40Mara’s eyes glazed over, and she slowly lifted up the green demontoid in her right hand. She gradually unwrapped her fingers, allowing the crystal to sit freely on her palm. With an upward flick of her eyes, it rose in the air. Floating, it stopped, suspended parallel to the bridge of her nose. It rotated, casting green translucent shadows that swept lazily across Mara’s eyes. A glint in her eye intensified, grew more radiant, sending a ray of white light into the hovering stone.
And it glowed and pulsed, brighter and dimmer, brighter and dimmer, gaining intensity with each cycle like something coming alive, then like a heartbeat being fueled by adrenaline. A visual thump-thump, thump-thump, as primal as life rushing through veins, but a bright light in the place of hot blood.
