AMARIS
"You're the what now?" I reply slowly, making sure I had heard her correctly. I kept stealing glances at her hand, but there was no smell of burning flesh, no pain in her eyes.
"I'm the Phoenix, whatever that means... I can't explain it any better than that. Silver doesn't hurt the Phoenix spirit. This is silver. I'm not in pain, I'm not even feeling any slight discomfort." She swings the sword in a circle again, and it flies through the air, a shining liquid arc.
"Right... OK. Blair, Willow, did you find anything else?"
"I couldn't see any sigils in walls, no," Blair replies, looking around the room in more detail.
"Are we happy we've found everything we need then?" I say, still shooting cautious glances at Sol with her new sword.
"I think we have, yes," So says, putting
