Serena's eyes shifted from black to pink, her body glowing with it.
The familiar crown, the one Aeron had identified as the Moon Goddess artifact, vibrated onto her head, the armband locking into place beside it.
Everyone bearing the Hidden Flame mark on their forearm surged pink in unison, glowing with her.
Somewhere on the west lawn, fifty warriors looked at each other, and collectively decided not to talk about it.
She stood up, Fin behind her, ready to catch her if she fell. He could feel her through their matebond, a focus radiating off her like heat from a forge, and knew not to get in her way.
She turned to Maelor and opened her mouth.
The language that came out was not one anyone in that chamber had ever heard outside of Maelor. The syllables rolled off her tongue like she'd spoken them her entire life.
The color drained from Maelor's face. He spoke the language back to her, giving her a small nod.
