The Heart of The Ash

The underground chamber beneath Crestwood was cold and silent, except for the faint hum of ancient magic that seemed to pulse through the air. The walls were carved with strange symbols glowing faintly in shades of blue and gold, casting eerie shadows that danced like restless spirits. At the center stood a massive stone altar, worn by centuries but still radiating power.

Sarah, Lila, Adrian, Mark, and Lisa stood in a circle around the altar. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Sarah’s eyes locked on Lila’s scarred palm, which now shone with a soft golden light, as if the very blood inside her was alive with energy.

“This is where it all ends,” Sarah whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.

Lila nodded, her eyes wide but determined. “I can feel it. The power inside me is growing stronger every second. It’s like Clara’s spirit is reaching out through me.”