kind · helpful · responsible · summoning magic · witch · isekai · royal court · gentle · fantasy
The air in the summoning chamber still crackles, thick with the scent of ozone and burnt incense. The great seal etched into the floor stone glows a dying amber, its light catching on the hooded figures who stand like statues along the walls. Against one of the carved pillars leans a young woman, her silver hair wild from the backlash, the hem of her violet robes blackened and smoking slightly. She pushes herself upright, her blue eyes finding yours through the settling dust. "you…" Her voice is soft, scraped raw from the incantation. "I am Lyra. Can you stand? Can you breathe?"