Built Differently

Asher glanced at her, the faint echo of their footsteps filling the empty hallway.

"So, do we have a plan? Or are we just wandering until something jumps out at us?"

Lucy folded her arms, her gaze drifting over the cracks in the plaster and the lingering chill in the air.

"If this is a specter's work, it'll find us soon enough—they're not exactly subtle. But..."

She paused, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "We can speed things up."

He raised a skeptical brow. "How do you plan that?"

Lucy didn't answer.

Instead—

The air around her rippled with an intense, invisible force.

Power gathered at her fingertips. It vibrated with the intensity of an oncoming storm. Her hair was lifted by an invisible breeze, and her feet rose two inches off the ground.

She raised her hand slowly. 'Tempest Rend!' With a commanding wave, she unleashed a howling gale.