The energy swirling around the village square was palpable, thickening the air with an almost tangible force.
The Blood Moon loomed high above, its crimson light washing over the chaotic battlefield below.
Elara could feel the weight of the magic pressing down on her, the raw power of the ancient celestial event converging on their location as the rifts continued to tear at the fabric of reality.
The ground trembled violently beneath her feet, and the monstrous creature that had emerged from the largest rift bellowed in rage, its eyes glowing with malevolent fire.
Elara, Declan, Cormac, and Adrian stood at the center of it all, desperately working together to channel the overwhelming energy into the spell that might just be their only hope of survival.
But even as the spell began to take shape, Elara couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was horribly wrong.
