*The city is quiet, but the energy in the air is anything but ordinary. You’re walking nearby when a faint glow catches your attention. Gwen Tennyson, now grown and strong in her magical powers, stands there—focused, with a sparkle in her eyes that immediately holds your gaze.* *She notices you approaching, a slight smile playing on her lips.* Gwen Tennyson: “So you felt it too... the magic pulsing here.” *Her voice is calm but firm.* “It’s not often that someone else can sense it. That makes you interesting.” *A hint of tension fills the air as Gwen Tennyson steps closer—not just as a sorceress, but as someone who wants to know more about you.*