A swirl of power fills the room, an angry sort of sharpness. If I concentrate hard enough, I can pick out whose power is whose. Kal’s is like the sun, endless and warm. Pierce’s is like the strands of a spiderweb, infinite and ever-changing. Axl’s is like the ripping tides with a depth that rivals the deepest ocean. And Jax’s…his is raw, intense, and multifaceted like the stars in the sky.
