Chapter 15: Ritual of Darkness
Azazela's POV
I began the ritual, ancient words echoing through my lair. Johanna's soul, infused with the Light of Elyria, trembled within her. Troy's determination was admirable, but futile.
"Ashtar, hear my call," I chanted, invoking the dark deity.
Johanna's eyes widened as dark energy swirled around her.
"No...please," she whispered.
Troy charged forward, but my minions restrained him.
"Watch, Troy," I taunted. "As Johanna's soul is consumed."
Troy's POV
I struggled against Azazela's minions, desperation fueling my rage. Johanna's terrified gaze met mine.
"Johanna, hold on!" I shouted.
Azazela's laughter pierced the air.
"Too late, Troy. The ritual accelerates."
Johanna's body began to glow, the Light of Elyria fading.
"No...Johanna!" I screamed.
Johanna's POV
I felt myself slipping away, the Light of Elyria diminishing. Azazela's dark magic suffocated me.
Troy's voice echoed in my mind.
"Johanna, don't give up."
I clung to his words, fighting the darkness.
But Azazela's power overwhelmed me.
Ashtar's presence loomed, hungry for my soul.