The air crackles with uneasy magic, and I can feel tension grip the clearing as Abigail stumbles back from the relic.
She's breathing hard, her eyes wide and unfocused, the faint glow of the Shadowlands still clinging to her.
The energy around her feels wrong-unstable. It pulses with a darkness that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I take a step toward her, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Abigail," I called out, reaching for her. She turns toward me, but her eyes don't quite focus on me. There's a wideness in them, the flicker of something beyond her control.
The air around her churns with dark magic, spiraling upward in tendrils that lash out like living shadows.
"Get back," she whispers, the voice shaking. "I can't… I don't know if I can control it.
The earth
