Janice rushed to Lola's side, her heart pounding as she lifted the unconscious girl and gently laid her across her lap. She shook her lightly, her voice urgent and laced with concern, "Lola! Lola!"
Receiving no response, Janice pressed trembling fingers to Lola's neck, feeling a faint but steady pulse a relief washed over her, but it did little to stop the tears that spilled down her cheeks. Wasting no time, she activated a long-distance teleportation curse tool. The air around them shimmered as space itself began to warp.
But her uncle, still reeling from the backlash of his Dark Dominion being shattered, sensed the shift. His head snapped up, eyes blazing.
"Oh, no, you don't!" he snarled, lunging toward them with terrifying speed. Janice's breath hitched finding he was too fast. Faster than her teleportation tool. A lot faster. Just as his fingers were mere inches from Lola—the golden cross on Lola's pendant floated up, radiating a brilliant light.
