The air in Ravensbrook was thick with tension as the fractures continued to spread, each one pulsing with the ominous energy of the entity’s lingering presence. Lena stood in the center of the old chapel, the relics arranged in a perfect circle on the stone floor. The weight of the decision before her felt unbearable, pressing down on her chest with every passing second. Kieran watched her from the shadows, his face a mix of concern and determination. “Lena, we don’t have much time. The entity’s power is growing again. If we don’t act now…” “I know,” Lena interrupted, her voice trembling. She stared at the relics, their once-brilliant light now reduced to faint glimmers. The final ritual—the one that could end this nightmare—was within her reach. But the cost was unimaginable. In the co

