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... Not vision—pulse.
And there, surrounding Priscilla’s head—Lucavion saw it. A distortion. Like a lens bent too tightly around the temples. A spiral of delicate pressure, almost woven. The energy wasn’t crackling. It wasn’t aggressive.
It was symphonic.
A spell with form and rhythm and compression so precise it barely left a shimmer. But it was there.
"Got it," he said quietly.
Vitaliara stilled.
[You saw it.]
"Yes."
Vitaliara went s ...
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