Renkai crouched low in the shadows, eyes wide as the woman worked. Her hands moved with precision, weaving streams of fire, water, wind, and earth in subtle motions that left faint trails of glowing energy in the fog.
Then, suddenly, the air before her shimmered. Blue light danced and crackled, swirling like liquid sky. Tiny sparks of energy leapt from the edges of the portal, scattering across the ruins before fading into mist.
She moved quickly, crouching and drawing strange symbols around the glowing rift. The markings pulsed faintly, alive with a power Renkai could feel deep in his chest.
> "This should be enough… Safe space for now."
Her voice was calm, measured, almost reverent. She stepped closer, eyes fixed on the portal as if reading some secret language in the shifting blue energy.
