The priest started the ritual, his voice deep and serious. The fire in the bonfire burned steady at first, but Kendra—still controlled by Wanda—stood to the side, whispering her own sneaky spell. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she muttered, "Let's make things... fun."
Suddenly, the fire went crazy. It shot up high, twisting and spinning like it was doing a dance. Sparks flew everywhere.
Marcus stepped back, looking annoyed. "What's wrong with the fire? Did someone give it sugar?"
The priest looked worried. "There's a dark power here. It's messing with the ritual. I can't stop it—it's too strong!"
Marcus frowned. "Too strong? You're supposed to be the expert! What's stronger than your fancy magic?"
The priest waved his hands in the air like he was giving up. "I don't know, maybe an evil wizard on steroids?"