I stood beside the circle as Selene carved sigils into the ground using a blade of silver-tipped chalk. The magic hummed. Energy stirred in the air like a pressure drop before a storm.
Then she twisted the converter open with a soft click.
And for a split second, everything went still.
No noise. No breath. Not even time moved.
Then—
A ripple tore through the air.
Light bent.
The converter shuddered.
And Helena's shoes all of a sudden caught into fire.
"AAAAHHHH—!!"
"STEP IN THE CIRCLE! NOW!"
"I'M TRYING—!!"
"WHY ARE HER SHOES BURNING?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
"Kairi! Transcription! Now!"
"Got it—!!"
* * *
Turns out it was Selene's fault all over again.
Of course it was.
Because why not, right? Who else would be capable of pulling such a feat?
Well, especially when it's done by a sheer of coincidence.
