The air shifted as Aralynn began falling, she should have hit the rocks and died.Instead, the wind softened as light wrapped around her body like unseen arms, slowing her descent until the ground met her gently. The glow thickened, pulsing slowly before sinking into her skin. She lay alive, breathing but unconscious. Aralynn was the only thing on Kael's lips and mind as the wind carried him down faster than gravity should allow. When his boots hit the ground, his gaze went straight to her. But there at the cliff bottom lay her, untouched by blood or bruises and engulfed in a glowing ethereal light. Kael approached her slowly. The air and light around her hummed. His eyes narrowed as he crouched beside her. "This isn't mine,” he muttered faintly. He had torn through magic before, burned spell lines and crushed covens. This power didn’t resist him. It rejected him, throwing him off his feet. “Magic,” he spat, standing up. But this wasn't just any magic. His hands hovered