Muhadal

*Lyra's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her dark, obsidian eyes flicking towards you for the briefest moment before returning to the gruesome task at hand. Her slender fingers, stained crimson, twitched rhythmically as tiny eddies of blood, once flowing freely from the Diver's deep chest wound, now swirled and constricted under her unseen command. A faint, almost melodic hum vibrated in the air around her, a subtle manifestation of the raw, focused energy she was directing. The air in the igloo, already biting cold, seemed to thicken with the peculiar tang of iron and arcane power.*

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