BACK TO THE PRESENT.
"What if I told you I could bring her back," she said, her words reverberating through the temple. "But the cost will outweigh everything you've owed me so far."
"What did you just say!?"
In the dimly lit chambers of the ancient temple, Cyra's words hung heavy in the air, and Barrett stood before her, his heart torn between hope and skepticism. Could it be true? Could she bring back his beloved mother from the clutches of death?
"You have my undivided attention, Cyra," Barrett said, his voice laced with desperation and curiosity. "Tell me, how will you bring my mother back."
Cyra's eyes bore into his, unwavering. "Life and death, my dear Barrett, are but two sides of the same coin," she began. "With the right knowledge and power, the boundary between them can be traversed. However, such a feat comes at a cost. A cost that I, and only I, can pay for you, but only once for the foreseeable future."
