WHOOSHHH ~~~
A sudden heat filled the room as Rhea's flames erupted, blazing bright and fierce, casting jagged shadows across the Haven's walls.
The morning light streaming through the cracked windows paled in comparison, swallowed by the vivid orange glow that danced in her hands and engulfed her body.
Kael instinctively lunged back, his body tensing into a cautious fighting stance, muscles coiled and hazel eyes narrowing with alert precision.
Harris stood rigid, his broad frame still, his eyes locked onto Rhea's display—not fearful, not startled, just measuring. Assessing. A silent wall of authority.
"Relax," Rhea said, her voice cutting through the crackle of the fire, calm but edged with a hint of mock.
With a subtle flick of her wrists, the flames shimmered down, their intensity fading until they vanished entirely, leaving only faint wisps of heat in the air.
She glanced at Kael, her amber eyes glinting. "No need to piss your pants. I was just testing the costume."
