The world trembled around Kael, as though the very fabric of reality was unraveling. The walls of the chamber cracked, splitting open like the skin of an ancient, dying beast. Each fracture seemed to pulse with Morgana's newfound power, a deep and resonant energy that vibrated through Kael's bones, seizing his muscles with terror.
Morgana stood before him, her figure now more ethereal than human, bathed in the unearthly glow of the orb. She had become something else entirely—an embodiment of the power she had once sought to control, and now, it controlled her.
Kael's mind raced. The Keeper's words echoed in his ears, their gravity sinking into his very soul. *The ritual is complete.* Those words hung in the air like a death sentence.
"Morgana!" he shouted again, his voice raw with desperation. "This isn't you! This isn't what we were supposed to do!"
