The vision surged before Anastasia like a living storm. She stood in the heart of a memory—one not her own but burned into the soul of the Lady in White.
The sky was dim and heavy with clouds. The winds whispered warnings. Shadows flickered across the clearing where two powerful beings stood across from each other.
The Lady in White and the Dark Lord.
Their eyes locked.
Then, without another word, they launched at each other.
A barrage of spells erupted—blinding streaks of light clashing against bolts of dark energy. Magic shimmered through the air like crackling lightning, not from the heavens, but from their hands.
The Dark Lord conjured black flame and hurled it toward her. The Lady deflected it with a shield of glowing silver light, then retaliated with a blast that knocked him b
