Sublime

whose aura probably set off car alarms up and down the hills.

It was a flickering, buzzing gray that looked like the world hadn’t made up its mind what color it should be. And it shifted and twitched in place like it was made of ten million tiny insects. Little Blue shuddered back from it, while Orthos gave a gasp. “Void Matter,” Lindon said. “The ultimate treasure of destruction aura.”

incandescent.

Her name means either “intoxicated” or “intoxicating woman,” and she was both, with her long, golden hair and her fiery temperament.

Their essence bled into the air, like tiny motes of colored light rising from the surface of the constructs as their madra dissolved.

Mercy’s mother was sheathed in a violet dress and wore silver chains in her hair and around her neck, all set with amethysts. Her hair drifted like part of the shadows, and she tapped black lips with fingernails of purple crystal as she walked.