The door burst open with a deafening crash, and I turned to face him. Sylas stood there, tall and imposing, his golden eyes gleaming with malice. His fox-like features were twisted into a sneer, and the air around him crackled with dark energy.
"Where is she?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.
"Safe," I replied, meeting his gaze without flinching. "You will not have her, Sylas."
He laughed, a cold, hollow sound. "You think you can stop me, old woman? You are weak, your power fading with every breath."
I stood tall, feeling the magic pulse through me, a steady, unyielding force. "I am stronger than you know," I said, my voice unwavering. "And you are not invincible, Sylas. You are a fool to come here, to think you could take what is mine."
His eyes narrowed, and he took a step forwar
