Zara lying helplessly on the cold forest ground, her body trembling as an ominous, dark magical circle pulsed around her, exuding a sinister energy. The air felt heavy, thick with malevolence, as if the shadows themselves were alive.
The voice echoed in her ears, deep and growling, filled with mockery and satisfaction. "Look at you, little queen. So fragile… so powerless. Do you finally understand how insignificant you are?"
Zara struggled to lift her head, her breaths shallow and labored. The dark energy encircling her seemed to sap every ounce of her strength, her vision growing blurrier with each passing second.
"Why… why are you doing this?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
The voice chuckled darkly, its tone sending chills down her spine. "Because I can. And because you must learn your place."
