Sequara threw down her basket as she gazed at her assailants and gritted her teeth. I must not fail. Her mind slipped into the realm of origins, and as she thrust her arms forward, the air around her shifted and leapt alive with a current of energy. The priest must have sensed her power awakening, for his grin disappeared and his eyes widened. He was right to fear. She was strong enough to call forth almakhti, or what the barbarians named wizard’s fire. He began his counter spell, but she ignored him since she knew the gift was far stronger in her. Too late, priest.
