As they reached the shelter, they wasted no time in springing into action. With trembling hands, they poured the seawater onto the conch shell, watching as the dark energy surrounding it sizzled and crackled, weakened by the purity of the ocean's touch.
But as they did so, they could hear the agonized cries of their friends growing louder, their pain and suffering echoing through the night air. Sophie and Natalie knew that they had to act fast, before it was too late.
With a sense of urgency driving them forward, they grabbed hold of the conch shell and made a dash for the sea, their hearts racing as they raced against the clock to reach the safety of the ocean's embrace.
As they reached the water's edge, they hesitated for only a moment before hurling the cursed object into the depths below, watching as it disappeared beneath the waves with a satisfying splash.
