•Firera's Dimension•
[Firera's POV]
I can sense the ambient mana of this dimension—a soft, golden hum that sustains my essence. I can also sense mana in the mortal world. But in my current state, a wisp bound to a mortal vessel, I cannot see the intricate tapestry of auras. I am blind to the colors of emotion and intent that swirl around Ovelia. Therefore, I do not know what malevolent force, what psychic trigger, is projecting those horrific images directly into her mind's eye.
I turned from the scrying window, my form trembling with impotent rage, and stalked toward Sylvana. She was sitting on a small stool by the edge of the illusory river she had created, a fishing rod held with idle patience in her hands, her back to me.
"Sylvana," I said, my voice a low thrum of power barely held in check.
She glanced over her shoulder, her heterochromatic eyes calm.
