The Rose Luna
I closed my eyes, letting the words of the new spell settle into my mind.
I concentrated on the magical feeling inside me, trying to feel it flow through my body. The words of the spell burned on my tongue as I spoke them aloud, each syllable laced with a power that seemed to rise from the depths of my soul. The air in the cottage grew heavier, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. My hands, pressed firmly against the grimoire, tingled as the hum of energy intensified, vibrating through every fiber of my being.
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