Lysaa's POV
With every word, I felt the air around us grow thicker, heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath. There was a strange, humming energy in the air, and I could feel it pressing against my skin, wrapping around me like invisible threads.
When we finished reciting the vow, Lorien brought the bowl to my lips and I drank its content. It tasted absolutely awful, like every nasty thing I could think of thrown into a pot and boiled into one hot, disgusting mess but I drank it anyway. Trying to ignore the acrid taste on my tongue and the way it stung the inside of my cheeks.
Lorien drank the rest and after that, there was a long moment of silence. It was deafening. The air was thick, crackling with unseen energy, and for some time, nothing happened.
I stood there, holdi
