Kaos:
The shift hit like a thunderclap, a searing jolt that coursed through my entire being. My flames roared to life, flaring uncontrollably as I staggered back, clutching my chest. The power that rippled through Diathorne wasn’t just strong—it was overwhelming, ancient, and all-consuming.
It was her.
The air thickened with the acrid tang of her magic, sharp and suffocating like poison seeping into the earth itself. The presence of Grandma was undeniable, her power stretching out like tendrils, invasive and unrelenting. But it wasn’t hers alone. Something else was interwoven within it, something far older and more malevolent than before.
And then, as suddenly as it came, it vanished.
The void left behind was disorienting. My breath came in shallow gasps as I struggled to steady myse
