The chamber hummed with the raw power of the ritual as the mages chanted in unison, their voices weaving a complex tapestry of ancient magic. Elara stood at the center, feeling the energy swirl around her like a storm, its intensity pulling at her very core. The runes etched into the floor glowed brighter with each passing moment, pulsating in sync with the Abyss's steady rhythm.
Kael, stationed just behind her, had his eyes fixed on the swirling energy at the center of the chamber, tension evident in his posture. "Stay focused!" he called over the growing roar of magic. "We can't afford any mistakes."
Morgana was on the opposite side of the circle, her face pale but determined. Her hands were raised, directing the flow of power into the binding runes. "The Abyss is resisting," she said through gritted teeth. "We need to channel more energy or it'll break free."
