Damien's POV
Abigail held the relic over her head and its light shone brightly, pushing out the darkness that had clung to the land like thick fog.
I watched as she closed her eyes, summoning every last shred of magic she had left to clear the curse.
The earth shook beneath us, and I could feel the change in the air as the corrupting energy began to release.
Slowly, the twisted black vines that had choked life from the earth shriveled and vanished, replaced with patches of green.
But as the curse ebbed, so did Abigail's strength with it. Her legs started shaking, and even the gentlest wind threatened to knock her over.
The glow of the relic began to sputter, and I jumped to her side, catching her as she fell.
"Abigail," I whispered into her ear with urgency, "you need to rest. Yo
