Mine will be the first sacrifice but I give my mortal body over to Cienfuegos willingly. The scholars and I had theorized what we had always called magic was theoretically possible. We just had few clues as to how to make it happen.

It turns out necessity is the mother we were looking for. I can hear the mob at our gates but I’m at peace. There is an energy like lightning coursing through me. I can not only see the gates in my mind but can feel them as well. No one will pass.

My body splits and morphs, the power I feel branches and manifests itself into branches, roots, a massive trunk. I can no longer see them, but my fellow scholars are also transforming. I feel my power mingle with theirs all around our walls.

Cienfuegos is now invisible to anyone who wishes to bring us harm.