C72 The Battle of Souls

Ariana’s breath hitched as the world seemed to grind to a halt. The air was thick with tension, the remnants of dark magic still pulsing like a slow heartbeat, threatening to awaken. Blood and ash mingled in the dirt beneath her feet, the remnants of battle etched across the land. She could feel the raw power coursing through her veins, an ancient force that pulsed with a life of its own