Ethan and Irene, standing before the Heartstone, felt the weight of its ancient energy pulsating through the air. The crystalline gem, bathed in an ethereal glow, seemed to hum with a life of its own. Determined to harness its power, they prepared to pry it from its resting place.
Ethan stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the Heartstone's intricate facets.
"We need to be careful," he murmured, glancing at Irene. "This thing is powerful, and we don't know what might happen when we move it."
Irene shrugged with helpless expression. "I'll be ready for anything."
Ethan extended his hand, fingers grazing the smooth, cool surface of the Heartstone. He felt a tingling sensation, like static electricity, dancing across his skin. Taking a deep breath, he grasped the stone firmly. The warmth from its core spread up his arm, filling him with a surge of energy.
"On three," Ethan said, bracing himself. "One... two... three!"
