AI Aurora Carter, or Rory as her friends called her, adjusted the strap of her bag, the weight of the Heartstone Pendant around her neck a constant, comforting presence. She stepped through the ancient oak standing stones, her bright blue eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. The air here was different, thicker, humming with an energy that made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. She could feel the shift, the subtle pull of time and space bending around her.
Nyx, their shadowy companion, flickered at the edge of her vision, their form shifting between solid and incorporeal. They were a being of living shadow, a Shade bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between the cracks of reality. Their faintly glowing violet eyes scanned the grove, taking in every detail with an intensity that only a being as old as they were could muster.
Isolde, the Seer, walked ahead, her silver hair cascading down her back like a shimmering waterfall. She moved with an ethereal grace, her pale lavender eyes reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. The grove was her domain, a hidden pocket between Earth and the Fae realm, where time moved differently and wildflowers bloomed year-round.
The Fae Grove was a sight to behold. Towering trees, their bark etched with ancient runes, stretched towards the sky, their leaves rustling softly in a breeze that carried the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth. The ground was a tapestry of vibrant wildflowers, their colors so vivid they seemed to pulse with life. The air was filled with the hum of insects and the distant song of birds, their melodies weaving together in a symphony that was both familiar and alien.
Rory reached out, her fingers brushing against the petals of a flower that glowed faintly in the dappled light. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, its petals shimmering like mother-of-pearl. She could feel the magic in the air, thick and potent, a tangible force that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat.
"Be careful, Rory," Nyx's voice whispered on the wind, their form flickering like a candle flame. "This place is old, older than any of us. It has its own rules, its own dangers."
Rory nodded, her eyes scanning the grove. She could see the ancient standing stones that marked the boundary, their surfaces carved with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and change when she looked at them too closely . She could feel the power radiating from them, a pulsating energy that made her skin tingle.
Isolde led them deeper into the grove, her steps sure and steady. She moved with a purpose, her eyes focused on something that Rory and Nyx could not see. The trees seemed to part for her, their branches bending and twisting to create a path that was not there moments before.
As they ventured deeper, the grove began to change. The flowers grew larger, their petals unfolding to reveal intricate patterns that seemed to tell a story . The trees grew taller, their branches intertwining to form a canopy that blotted out the sky. The air grew colder, the hum of magic growing louder, more insistent.
Rory could feel the weight of the Fae-Forged Blade at her side, its cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of the grove. It was a gift from Isolde, a weapon forged in the Fae Courts, its moonsilver blade faintly luminescent in the dappled light. She had never used it, but she could feel its power, a cold, steady presence that grounded her.
They came to a clearing, a circular space devoid of trees and flowers. In the center stood a stone altar, its surface carved with runes that pulsed with a faint, eerie light. Isolde approached it, her steps slow and deliberate. She reached out, her fingers tracing the runes, her lips moving in a silent incantation.
Rory and Nyx exchanged a glance, their unease palpable . They could feel the power radiating from the altar, a dark, malevolent force that made their skin crawl. The air grew colder still, the hum of magic growing louder, more insistent.
Isolde turned to them, her eyes reflecting the eerie light of the runes. "This is a place of power," she said, her voice echoing in the stillness. "A place where the Veil between worlds is thin. It is a place of great danger, but also of great opportunity."
Rory swallowed hard, her hand tightening around the hilt of her blade. She could feel the power of the Heartstone Pendant, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold of the altar. She knew that they were standing on the precipice of something great, something that could change everything.
Nyx flickered , their form shifting between solid and incorporeal. They could feel the pull of the altar, the dark power calling to them, whispering promises of power and knowledge. They knew that they were walking a dangerous line, that one wrong step could plunge them into darkness.
Isolde turned back to the altar, her fingers tracing the runes once more. The light grew brighter, the hum of magic growing louder, more insistent. Rory could feel the power radiating from the altar, a dark, malevolent force that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat.
She took a step forward, her hand tightening around the hilt of her blade. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive. She could feel the power of the Heartstone Pendant, its warmth a beacon of light in the darkness.
She raised her blade, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
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The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone.
She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heartstone. She brought the blade down, the moonsilver cutting through the air with a sharp, ringing sound.
The runes on the altar flared, the light growing brighter, more intense. The hum of magic grew louder, more insistent, the power radiating from the altar growing stronger, more malevolent. Rory could feel the power coursing through her, the magic of the Fae blade merging with the power of the Heart of the Heartstone. She could feel the power of the Veil, the thin barrier between worlds. She could feel the pull of the other side, the dark, malevolent force that sought to drag them into the abyss. She knew that she had to act, that she had to do something to break the spell that held them captive.
She raised her blade once more, the moonsilver gleaming in the eerie light. She