"Rara, you're injured!" Hara’s voice trembled as she scrambled to her feet, her body shaking just as the very air around them seemed to ripple.
(Hurry and come back here!) the old man’s urgent voice echoed in Rara’s mind, thick with concern.
Rara’s vision blurred, her surroundings spinning. She could feel the magic pulsing weakly within her, struggling to keep her conscious. Desperate, she knelt and traced ancient runes into the dirt with trembling fingers, summoning the last of her strength. Her hands felt heavy, and her vision darkened, but she managed to finish the spell just as her body gave way. With a final sigh, she collapsed onto the ground, her energy completely drained.
As she fell unconscious, something extraordinary happened—her body shimmered with a soft golden light before
