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GABRIELLA'S POV

As Margret chanted the ancient incantations, her voice filled the room, the words carrying a blend of determination and reverence.

My eyes fixated on her, my breath hitching in anticipation. But as moments turned into minutes, a sense of unease began to gnaw at the edges of my mind.

The spell seemed to falter, its effect eluding us. Margret's brow furrowed with frustration