Rhea pov.
Like a living creature, darkness clung to the chamber. Once furious, the fires now flickered faintly, their golden glow hardly penetrating the dense air that smelled of blood and burning herbs. I did not yet fully comprehend the magic that the Elders' whispered chanting cast about me, but I sensed it.
Every muscle clenched as if it knew something my intellect had not yet figured out, and I could feel it in the way my body resisted.
They were attempting to steal from me. Bind something. And I was powerless to stop them.
I was pinned to the elevated stone altar in the middle of the room by cold iron cuffs that dug into my wrists. Beneath me were strange patterns carved into the surface, their dark grooves filled with a shimmering liquid that pulsed in response to the chants.
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