Safe Haven buffs

“Yeah; they cost a lot, but with an hourly upkeep, it’s really not that bad,” I said. “Especially with the boost from Temple. I don’t know how noticeable it’ll be, but I should be able to limit it to this room, so…yeah, it should be fine. Give me a sec.”

I put down the bag and held out my hands, inhaling deeply. My Aura rose to my call, rising around me in an invisible storm as it pulsed outwards from me, leaving markings and patterns on the walls as the skill’s shaped a foundation and a framework. Taken separately, each of the skills would have been the most complex working of Aura I’d ever performed, draining an enormous amount of power from me as it created something from the world around us, shaping simple space into something more.

It was difficult, perhaps even more so then I expected it to be—similar to awakening Aura’s somehow, as if I was fighting against something. I wasn’t sure how to describe it, wasn’t even sure what I was thinking, but that’s how I felt. Like…

“Sanctum,” I intoned, putting the thought aside for a moment. “Safe Haven. Temple.”

The skills came together around the framework, like buildings but with energy patterns instead of supports and altered space instead of walls. And invisible. And intangible.

So really not like buildings at all, I guess.

“—Oho,” Cynosarges suddenly said, flexing the fingers of a hand. I’d set Safe Haven to support life and between that and Temple…well, I wasn’t sure how he felt, but I felt pretty great. “Not bad, kid; I could get used to this. Set it up around the hot tub, get massaged—it’d be pretty sweet. If only, right?”

He sighed, but I was only listening to him with half an ear, frowning as I looked over my handiwork. I’d done everything right, but…