"A… power disc," Razeal muttered under his breath, his gaze locked on Sylva as she calmly slid the strange object into the center socket of her earthen bow.
The moment the disc connected, the weapon came alive. A soft lavender glow seeped across its surface, flowing like liquid light along the carved edges. In a heartbeat, the glow deepened, pulsing once before sending out a faint pink ripple that washed over the surroundings. The ripple was carried on a gentle lavender-scented wind that swept across the battlefield, brushing past Razeal's face.
Then another ripple appeared this one blooming directly from Sylva herself. It spread from her hands to the crown of her head, where the energy condensed and hardened into a delicate, flower-shaped headband. The petals shimmered faintly in the air, but what caught Razeal's attention was the engraving at its center the exact same symbol etched onto the disc she had just placed into her bow.
He knew instantly what he was looking at.
A disc
