Chapter 30: Ancient Magic
Third person POV
Ava's slender frame trembled as she stood before the Triad, her eyes locked onto the three mysterious figures. The air was heavy with anticipation, the weight of the war hanging precariously in the balance.
"Are you prepared, Ava?" Lyra's voice was low and hypnotic, her gaze piercing the veil of uncertainty.
Ava's voice barely rose above a whisper. "I'm ready."
The Triad raised their hands, and a surge of energy enveloped Ava. Her vision blurred, colors swirling together in a maddening dance. The world around her dissolved, leaving only the thrum of ancient power.
Kieran's whisper was a gentle breeze in Ava's mind. "Tap into the ancient magic, Ava. Let it course through your veins."
Ava's mind expanded, her consciousness merging with the land's energy. Visions flooded her mind: ancient battles, forgotten rituals, and whispered secrets. The past and present collided, forging a bond between Ava and the land.
Suddenly, Ava's eyes snapped open, her gaze blazing with an otherworldly intensity.
"I see it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "The ancient magic, it's... it's within me."
Sabine's eyes narrowed, her expression a mask of caution. "What does this mean?"
Ava's gaze locked onto Cassius' army camp on the other side of the pack lands, her eyes burning with determination.
"I can use this magic to end the war," Ava declared, her voice steady.
Cassius' army stirred, sensing Ava's newfound power. The air grew thick with tension, the silence before the storm.
In the shadows, Cassius' eyes gleamed with malevolence. "We'll see about that," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice.
The war had just taken a deadly turn. Ava's ancient magic had become the ultimate prize, and Cassius would stop at nothing to claim it.
Will Ava's newfound power be her salvation or her downfall?