POV: Mira
The Price of Power. The prize hovered before me, a ball of liquid gold wrapped in obsidian mesh, glowing with ancient energy. Its light filled the room, casting moving shapes on the walls.
The heat radiating from it was intense, yet I felt a strange pull towards it.
As I stepped closer, a voice echoed in my mind, soft yet commanding: "Power demands a price." The ground beneath me tembled, and flames erupted in a circle around me. The heat was strong, my skin began to blister, but I stood firm, eyes locked on the prize.
Cassian's voice pierced through the roar of the flames, "Mira! You're bleeding!"
Pain rushed through me as the fire licked at my skin, but I didn't move.
I screamed, a sound that echoed through the room, then everything went quiet.
In that silence,a
