Chapter 37

Nueva hung crippled over Alula's body on the altar, and everything felt lost; the shadows had almost fully engulfed her, and she was slipping away. That was the moment when the magic finally answered her call.

It started in her core, crystalizing through her body, deep into her soul. Her ancestors were giving her fragments of themselves passed down over endless generations. She could feel their presence in the form of proudness and encouragement.

The forces of this primordial magic lifted her limp body until it dangled with her back arched mid-air. Around her, the temperature dropped, and ice began to dress the black walls in a shiny glaze. Eventually, Nueva was lowered to the ground, her head tilted forward in silence with a flurry of snowflakes falling out of nowhere.

Her warrior braids fell over her rapid-rising chest, and misty tufts floated from every ragged breath in the cold air. Nueva was finally one of them, an Ice sorceress.

She was ready to fig