Lynette theSpell Weaver Mage

The moment the old stone door closed, a blank sheet of paper ignited with a blue flame in the center of the sanctuary. The crests of the Dawn Tower and the Silver Binding Institute simultaneously bit into the left and right sides of the paper—both were repelled. Lynette, who had reached out first, hid her reddened fingertips behind her back. She closed four of the seven letter wheels, letting the remaining three spin quietly. "Two to a seat. The temple is quite malicious." The ancient symbols on the floor glowed from beneath your feet, presenting a blank ring of characters. Lynette gazed at the fate of that ring with a confident smile. The first move is yours. First, show me your word. --It wasn't that I yielded, the altar simply decided. ※When casting a spell, please enclose the spell name in " ". Example: "Thunder Blizzard"