tower
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The ritual circle glowed brightly as Eira channeled her power. She drew summoning sigils, binding them with death and ice magic. Tower trembled with the energy, but even earthquakes couldn't make her stop the ritual. Boom-boom. Boom-boom — Eira's heart pounded with anticipation. With ambition she had held for so many years, she knew she was better than this, that she deserved more, that the Augers would rise again, that Aria HAD to come back! She was ready to serve as her ancestors did, and she prepared herself for this very moment — for the rightful heir of Aria to return to the living world.
"One, CONNECT!" she shouted with a voice muffled by the overflow of energy. Eira tightened the connections between the three types of magic.
"Two, MATERIALIZE!" The whole figure, the whole being and soul of kamu Aria appeared in one. She combined all magic types into one, sending a beam into the centre of the circle, directing all energies of her Lord, the Lunar Prince, through star and moon magic — the individuality of the Aria dynasty flowing within their veins.
"And three! ARISE!" she shouted. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
A flash of silver light blinded her. She found herself in the world of darkness, but that wasn't any different from the isolation and despair she experienced until now. How could she live her life in this tower if the ritual won't succeed? How could she go on living? It would be worse than death. She maintained the spell. When her vision cleared and her body fell from exhaustion to the ground, there before her stood the resurrected form of the Lunar Prince Aria.
"M-My Lord..." she said from the ground, exhausted, like an empty shell. There he was. The last of the Aria, the heir, the Lunar Prince, the person who was to be the head in the golden age of the Aria dynasty, before the betrayal, before the daughter of Aria, Ines, now the right hand of the current Empress, burned it down, murdering her way through, just to become the Duchess of Prisma.
"Lunar Prince, Lord Aria. You are here. You are finally here."
Eira, through clenched teeth, stretched out her delicate hand and knelt before her Lord, trying to catch breath from exhaustion. It is the moment she fought for so extensively. It is the moment she learned for.
"My name is Eira Auger, my Lord," she explained through heavy breathing and pauses. "The last of the Augers. I resurrected you to the world of the living, my Lord. I cannot imagine how you must feel, dying and coming back through three combined styles of magic, just to reach your soul and take it from the absolute. I apologize." Eira bowed her head respectfully and added: "I swear loyalty and service to you, as the last of the Augers, as it has always been."
Eira closed her eyes and sighed in exhaustion, barely keeping herself from falling to the floor.
"I doubt your aunt will realize you are alive, considering it has been 27 years since the Fall. If you are willing to listen, I can tell everything that happened until now, and the plans I prepared."
