She turned towards the tree now, squinting at the bright lights, and moved towards the tree. As she got closer, and the plasma began to grow hot around her, it shifted before her magic. The tree-shaped plasma began to deform at her command and she stepped in the middle of something that was beginning to take shape. The walls closed around her and she was trapped within the tower of plasma, although she still manipulated it from inside. The branches retraced and the leaves disappeared and the whole thing began to turn into a straight, tall cylinder.

Once it was there, the edges began to appear, as she remembered them, as she envisioned. As she molded the plasma with magic, the judges would see the tower of plasma begin to take the shape of the Spire. It wasn't quite right, there were many facets missing and the top was questionable, as Wilder had never seen the top of the Spire, but it was as close as she could do.

She needed to work fast now. She would not last long within a Spire of plasma and it was beginning to grow very hot on her skin, despite the fact that she had given herself plenty of space within it. She had her eyes closed now - it was far too bright for her to see anything at all. She knew where she needed to cast her spell, she just had to do it. In different spots along the plasma-Spire's form, she lit small blue, heatless flames. No need for more heat in here. They were bright blue and embedded within the plasma. The two magics combined and the color of the wisps melted into the plasma, making the whole thing shine a bright blue color.

The plasma-Spire was now complete - glowing bright blue and looking remarkably like the real thing. Wilder felt herself grow a little calmer, despite the intense heat. She was cut off, trapped within her own spell, and the Spire seemed quite far away now. She thought of an interesting idea that would probably scare the judges or at least make them freak out for a moment, although it wouldn't work on anyone that would see her.

She kept up the spell, despite how difficult it was to keep the three up at the same time, but managed to open herself a small passageway on the side of the plasma that was facing away from the judges. She darted through it, breathing relief at the cool air of Polaris, and exited the arena. Just as she left, she turned, peeked around the corner, and lifted the plasma, moving it into the corner of the stadium so that it wouldn't disturb the last contenders. She, meanwhile, was gone, and it was like she had never been there.

Except for, of course, the now colorless plasma piled to the side of the stadium.