The oppressive energy in the clearing weighed heavily on Ryuto as he studied the ruined altar and the dark symbols carved into the stone. Despite the growing tension, a strange, ominous calm hung over the area, as though whatever ritual had taken place here had left behind a lingering presence.
Nina, standing beside him, ran her fingers over the burnt earth, frowning. "Whoever did this wasn't just playing around. This is old magic, dangerous magic."
Celeste, who had been silent for a moment, stepped closer to the altar. She held out her hand, her fingertips glowing softly with a faint, magical light as she muttered a quiet incantation. Her expression remained stern as her magic began to probe the dark energies left behind.
Ryuto watched, sensing the strain on her as she reached deeper into the remnants of the ritual. "What do you sense, Celeste?"
