The Drowned Moon

Studies of the Arcane

Axea was truly thrilled—at last. She has found a way to not only enhance spells beyond the wildest dreams, if only she slept at all, but she also discovered it didn't have to be her vitality that is used up to fuel such raw power, which allowed her flowing dark hair and spotless chalk-white skin to remain the way they were. All she had to do now is cast a simple conjuration spell, and then unleash a maelstrom of unimaginable power using the life force of her summons, they'll be hers, afterall. The still burning violet fire before her was quite mesmerising, but she had to get a grip of herself—now they know, they all know now. She had to act, right this instant. With a flick of her thumb, she conjured up a flock of chickens all around her, grasping one of them and then watching as it withers, while her other hand cast a person-sized portal on the nearest wall, leading right to the palace. She swiftly crossed through, trusting it and her magic as it was her second nature, she has studied and mastered it for the last few decades, afterall. "Pathetic creatures" she whispered to herself, brushing a few feathers off of her shoulders and directing her steps towards the king's throne room, where she expected to find its owner—her person of interest.