Ava's vision swam in a dizzying blur, her surroundings twisting and fading as if the Abyss itself sought to claim her senses along with her soul. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the precarious edge she teetered on. The sorceress's voice, smooth and serpentine, coiled around her thoughts, whispering promises of power beyond her wildest dreams.
"Do you feel it?" the sorceress purred, her words dripping with venom and allure. "The freedom, the strength that awaits you. Let go of the past, Ava. Embrace what you were always meant to be."
Ava's breath hitched, her hand still hovering in the air, trembling. Power—it was intoxicating. It was what she had craved for so long, what had always eluded her. But the weight of it crushed her, leaving her drowning in the darkness of the Abyss, unsure if she would ever resurface. Her fingers twitched, inching closer to the sorceress's outstretched hand, but something—someone—held her back.
Lucas.
