The green light that had been spreading across Rhys's forearm suddenly erupted. Tribal patterns blazed to life across his entire body, swirling spirals that created pathways beneath his skin.
The tattoos spread from his hands up his arms, across his shoulders, crawling up his neck and face. Wind howled through the garrison with enough force that nobles stumbled backward.
The carefully controlled magical illumination flickered as raw power disrupted the flames. Rhys stood at the epicenter, his winter-ice eyes now glowing with the same verdant light that pulsed through his tattoos.
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