The sanctuary hummed with power.
Elias stood at the center of the chamber, the Primordial Light pulsing behind him, its warm glow casting long shadows across the stone floor. The others were gathered in a circle around him, their faces etched with determination and fear. Selene held the ancient text, her fingers tracing the symbols that would guide them through the ritual. Dominic stood at the ready, his hand on the hilt of his blade. Mara and Claire flanked the entrance, their eyes scanning for any sign of intrusion. Lyra was in the corner, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
The time had come.
"The Rite of Weakening," Selene said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "We will drain the void's power, weaken it enough that the Rite of Redemption can be performed wi
