W.I.L.D.
With another wave, she wove them into glowing sigils that pulsed with power before fading into sparks.
The clearing erupted with stunned silence. Then, awed applause.
“See?” Chelsea said, her tone gentle but firm. “Raw power and precision together are unstoppable. Alone, they falter. Together, they endure.”
“And sometimes,” Tora added with a cocky grin, “together looks downright badass.”
The younger witches burst into laughter, the tension broken.
Chelsea shook her head, though her lips curved with affection. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you love me,” Tora shot back without missing a beat.
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