It felt like waking up from a long, restless sleep. A sleep that had lasted years, a sleep that had kept her from seeing the truth. But now, with the darkness pressing in on her from all sides, Elise could no longer pretend she didn't know what was happening. The ritual. The cult. The prophecy. It was all tied to her, and there was no escaping it.
She had spent so long trying to outrun it, trying to push it away, but now, the truth had found her. The ritual was real. The darkness was real. And she was at the center of it all.
"Elise," Greg's voice was soft but urgent, pulling her from her thoughts. "It's time."
She nodded, her mind racing as she stepped into the shadows that awaited her. The ritual was coming. The power was awakening. And she was the one who had to face it. She was the one who had to choose whether to embrace her destiny or fight against it.
As she stepped into the darkness, she felt it. The power. The pull. It was in her blood, in her soul. It was everything she had ever feared, and everything she had ever desired.
"Elise," Greg whispered, his voice barely audible. "Are you ready?"
With a deep breath, Elise stepped forward. The ritual had begun.