Wooden planks lay along the man’s sides, stretching from his hips to his feet. Tristan ran one hand through his dark hair. “I know how you feel about the craft and your school,” Tristan said. “Yes,” Tristan answered.
At once a bright azure light shot from the nautilus’slargest chamber and streamed into the room. Within seconds a bright,yellow sun formed, bathing the valley in its warmth. Unafraid, she willingly embraced the violet huewashing over her. It did not escape the First Wizard.
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