The door to Nathaniel's home loomed before us, a grand, looming structure that exuded a dark presence, thick with an eerie silence. Ciara stood before it, her eyes gleaming with a terrifying resolve.
The air around her vibrated, small purple flames flickering into existence around her, each tiny ember a spark of her growing fury. I could feel her energy radiating outward, pulsing like a heartbeat a force that warned of her determination.
Without a word, she raised her hand, and the door burst open in a flash of purple flame, smoldering edges curling back from her touch.
We filed in behind her, but Ciara had already stepped forward, her power crackling audibly now, an unmistakable warning.
The space inside was dimly lit, but Ciara illuminated the room with her aura alone. Each flame flickering from her fingertips cast jagged shadows across the walls, her intensity turning the once-silent home into a battleground.
