Opening her hands, she attempts to form the familiar shape of a potion, but as her fingers hover, there's nothing. No spark. No magic. Only a flood of flashbacks that crash into her mind, memories too painful to bear.
Her arm begins to tremble, the weight of the power building within her until it feels like it's tearing through her veins. The effort intensifies the ache, but still, the potion refuses to take shape.
She exhales sharply, her breath ragged, and meets his gaze. Pain flickers across her face, her eyes clouded with a mix of frustration and defeat.
"I... I can't do it," she admits, her voice barely more than a whisper, the weight of her failure heavy in the air between them.
For a moment, Legion stands frozen, caught off guard by the vulnerability in her words. His brow furrows in silence, unsure of how to respond to the defeat that hangs so thickly around her.
