Tides of ruin
The estate trembled as if it had grown a heartbeat of its own, groaning under the weight of the violet storm that raged through its broken halls. Dust hung thick in the air, stinging every eye, filling every breath with the taste of scorched stone and despair. Sparks of violet fire twisted through the shadows like serpents, striking jagged beams and shards of broken walls, exploding in bursts of blinding light that seared vision and skin alike. Alina stood at the center, clutching the ring so tightly her knuckles ached, her arms quivering violently. Every heartbeat felt like a drum in the storm, resonating through her chest, thrumming through the ring, threatening to burst her sanity with its wild, hungry rhythm. The power within it pressed against her will, tugging, demanding, whispering
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