CHAPTER 262 - Mother’s Instinct.

The dimly lit chamber pulsed with golden energy, the arcane symbols within the magic circle flickering as if caught between stability and collapse. 

At the very center, a sleek golden device hovered above a carved pedestal, its radiance casting elongated shadows across the obsidian walls. 

The air was thick with tension, charged with an unseen force that made the very fabric of reality feel fragile.

Beatrice sat cross-legged within the glowing runes, her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, golden eyes squeezed shut in intense focus. 

The moment stretched for what felt like an eternity, her breathing steady but deep, each inhale dragging in the weight of what she had attempted.

Then, suddenly—

Her eyes snapped open.

A shudder ran down her spine. 

Relief. An all-consuming wave of relief flooded her senses, making her chest rise and fall with a shaky exhale.