Emily taps into the bracer on her arm, touching the deep wellspring. As always, it feels dangerous, like diving into a bottomless ocean with a dangerous undertow and expecting to keep her head above the waves.
Now she collects some of the water from that ocean and attempts to guide it the direction she wants it to go...
A moment later, her brow damp with sweat, she opens her eyes, pushing out the energies she has collected to make anything supernatural in the area begin to glow... herself included, thanks to the item on her arm.
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