"Evelyn!" Amelia's voice echoed in the chamber, a mix of surprise and relief flooding her face. Richard, still clutching her hand tightly, turned to see their former mentor bathed in an ethereal light. Her white robes billowed around her, and her normally gentle eyes blazed with power.
The shadowy figure recoiled from the radiant light, its form writhing in pain. It hissed and clawed at the air, its voice a cacophony of rage and frustration.
Evelyn raised a hand, and the chamber filled with a blinding white light. When the radiance subsided, the shadowy figure was gone, replaced by scattered wisps of smoke that dissipated into thin air.
Amelia and Richard stared at Evelyn, their faces etched with wonder and confusion. "What are you doing here?" Richard finally managed to ask, his voice
