Chapter Fifty-Five

Savage

The air is charged with electricity as we make our way to the heart of the grove, our footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. Uncle Apollo leads the way, his form a pillar of strength and determination in the face of the unknown. My mates walk beside me, their presence a source of comfort and courage as we prepare to confront the ancient entity that threatens our world.

As we enter the clearing at the center of the grove, a sense of unease washes over me. The shadows seem to writhe and twist, whispering dark secrets and foreboding prophecies that send a chill down my spine. But I stand tall, my resolve unyielding as I face the darkness head-on.

Uncle Apollo raises his hands, his voice ringing out with a power that seems to shake the very foundations of the earth. “Ancient one,” he intones, his words laced with ancient magic. “We stand before you, united in purpose and strength.”

“Grant us the power to banish you back to the depths from whence you came!” The air crackle