First Spark

A sudden pulse thrummed through my grip. The molten axe in my paws felt real and solid. I shifted my weight, testing the cool, smooth surface beneath my feet. To my left, a pale figure stood completely motionless. I reached out firmly and tapped the edge of my battleaxe against its frosty blade. A crisp, faint ring echoed across the glass shelf. I am awake, fully armed, and ready.