Enchanted Dezantre
I closed the distance between us, my hands hovering inches from her face, careful yet resolute.
A soft, violet glow emanated from my palms, enveloping her in a protective barrier meant to counteract the darkness. Shadows retaliated, tendrils lashing like serpents, seeking to entwine her mind. I gritted my teeth, pouring more of my energy into the shield. Beatrice shuddered violently, shallow gasps tearing from her lungs, as though she were trapped in a storm too chaotic for comprehension.
Then, with a sudden, resonant crack, the spell shattered.
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