The clearing was filled with a blinding light, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. The bonfire flared, casting dancing shadows that seemed to writhe with a life of their own. Julian watched in awe as Sabrina transformed, her eyes glowing with the same amethyst light he had seen in Lyra's journal.
In that moment, he realized the truth. Sabrina was a descendant of Lyra, the woman from the journal. The power that had been dormant was Lyra's power, passed down through generations, waiting for a vessel strong enough to wield it. And Sabrina was that vessel.