A Spark in the Palm

My fingers, clasped tight together, suddenly loosened with a tiny flex. That bright purple ring behind me crackled, throwing violet light across the craggy stones at my feet. I tapped my index finger against my thumb—smooth, crisp, fully under my command. A low hum rose from the ground, swirling mist around my boots. With an easy smirk, I shifted my weight back into a solid stance right where I stood, feeling the electric pulse settle into my grip.