Anabella and Thiên Phong began the ritual with careful steps. They lit the candles around the room, and Anabella read the incantations from the ancient book. The gemstone was placed in the center, emitting a faint glow.
As Anabella recited the incantations, a powerful wave of energy began to emanate from the gemstone. The entire room was bathed in shimmering light, and the symbols on the walls started to glow. Thiên Phong stood by Anabella, trying to maintain his composure.
"We need to stay focused,"
Anabella said, her voice trembling slightly.
"The ritual is at a critical stage."
Suddenly, the light became blinding, and a spectral figure appeared in the space. It was an intangible entity, a ghostly presence from the curse. It seemed filled with rage and discomfort.
Thiên Phong felt fear rising within him.
"We need to do something quickly, or things will get worse."
Anabella closed her eyes, concentrating on the final incantations.
"Don't give up, Thiên Phong. We are almost there."
The wave of energy gradually stabilized, and the ghostly presence began to fade. The light from the gemstone dimmed, and the atmosphere became lighter. Anabella and Thiên Phong looked at each other, feeling a temporary sense of relief.
"We did it,"
Thiên Phong said, catching his breath.
"But we can't be sure that everything is over."
Anabella nodded, exhausted but hopeful.
"We've moved one step closer to breaking the curse. But be careful, as danger may still lurk."