Aria's mind reeled with the weight of Elijah's words. The cost of her newfound power was her very soul.
Elijah's grip on her hand tightened, as if sensing her distress. "We'll find a way to control it," he promised. "Together."
But Aria couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She had unleashed a power within herself, and now she feared its true cost.
"What happens if I lose myself completely?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Elijah's expression turned grim. "You'll become a vessel for the ancient magic," he explained. "A shell of your former self, driven solely by the power's will."
Aria's eyes widened in horror. "No," she whispered. "I won't let that happen."
Elijah's eyes burned with determination. "We'll find a way to prevent it," he vowed. "Together, we'll uncover the secrets of the Catalyst's power."
As they stood there, a faint glow began to emanate from Aria's hands. The power stirred within her, sensing her fear.
Elijah's gaze dropped to her hands, his expression wary. "Aria, you're losing control."
Aria felt the power surging through her veins, threatening to consume her. She raised her hands, and a blast of energy shot out, illuminating the darkening sky.
The power raged on, fueled by Aria's emotions. Elijah wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
"Focus, Aria," he whispered. "Control the power."
Aria took a deep breath, centering herself. Slowly, the power receded, leaving her drained but determined.
But as they stood there, bathed in the fading light, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Aria," the figure called, its voice low and menacing.
Aria's heart skipped a beat. "Who's there?" she demanded.
The figure stepped forward, revealing a face that made Aria's blood run cold.
"Hello, sister," the figure said, its eyes gleaming with malice.
Aria's world went dark.