"I may not have your power, but I have something you've lost—my compassion and empathy," Adela said firmly. "I won't let you be consumed by darkness, Camilla. I will find a way to bring back the friend I once knew."
Camilla's cold smile turned into a sneer. "Good luck with that," she said mockingly. "You can try all you want, but you won't change me. I am beyond redemption."
Camilla's derisive words hung in the air like poison, a bitter reminder of the animosity that had festered between them. Adela's expression hardened; her usually warm demeanor was now a mask of restraint. The courtyard seemed to shrink around them as tension crackled like static electricity.
