Sergio's POV
I stood silently in the dimly lit corridor outside Elara’s cell, the heavy iron door a barrier between me and the unfolding transformation within. The stone walls seemed to absorb the faint light, casting long shadows that danced unnaturally as my mind wrestled with the scene I had just witnessed.
Elara. The once defiant spark in her eyes was now a swirling tempest of magic and madness. Her cell, which had always been a sterile chamber of confinement, was rapidly becoming a place of unpredictable energy. Cracks snaked their way across the walls, tiny fissures that pulsed with an eerie luminescence. The air hummed with a frequency that resonated deep within my bones, unsettling yet strangely compelling.
I had come here with a singular purpose: to break her spirit, to extract
