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Everyone left but the two refused and I didn't care anymore. Every minute I argued with them was a minute closer to losing Athena and I couldn't have that.
Then Sheila started to do her thing. The room convulsed as if alive, the very walls trembling with the force of her magic.
Her voice rose, a symphony of ancient words dripping with power, each syllable a command that the universe dared not defy. The air grew thick, suffocating, pressing down on my chest like an unseen hand. The dimly lit living room surrendered to darkness, an abyss swallowing all traces of reality. Outside, the wind howled, a beast enraged by the disturbance, rattling the windows so violently I thought they would shatter.
Magic was a fight with nature and the gods since it defied the way nature run th
