"Something just happened. Something opened and then there was, I don't know."
"No. She called it . . . evil."
"It's reactive, the Blade."
"A fraction of an infinite number is still an infinite number."
The sun disappeared behind the trees. A fire crackled in a clearing. Tricia held her hands close to the small blaze, warming them up. She was utterly exhausted from the practice she had put in. Her limits had been thoroughly tested and stretched. Tricia knew that she far surpassed her previous ability to the point she was surprised she considered herself the most powerful in the area. Her previous self was a mere pretender, a wanna-be compared to what she could wield now. There would be none who could stand up to her, power for power. With some thought, some planning, she would be unstoppable, even by the so-called Bladekeeper.