The archmage began to chant in an ancient language, his voice resonating through the chamber. The runes glowed brighter, pulsing with a rhythmic energy that seemed to sync with the beating of Ophelia's heart. She closed her eyes, focusing on the warmth of the magic enveloping her.
A brilliant light erupted from the center of the array, engulfing Ophelia and the others. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced—a blend of weightlessness and immense power coursing through her veins.
She felt as if she were being lifted from the ground, the world around her dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors.
Leonard watched with bated breath as the light intensified, swallowing Ophelia and the group entirely.
The room was filled with a blinding radiance, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
He felt a pang of worry, but it was quickly overshadowed by his unwavering belief in Ophelia.
