The golden light of the talisman lit up the battlefield, casting long shadows as Tyler charged forward. His wolf form surged with newfound energy, each stride feeling like a defiance of gravity itself. The Primordial One’s monstrous shape loomed ahead, its smoky tendrils whipping through the air as it roared in defiance.
Behind him, Amara stood frozen for a moment, the talisman glowing fiercely in her hands. She could feel its power coursing through her, tugging at her very soul as if urging her to act. But the fear of what might happen if she misused its power paralyzed her.
“Amara!” Tyler’s voice rang out, shaking her from her thoughts. “Trust it! Trust yourself!”
The words struck her like a bolt of lightning. She tightened her grip on the talisman, her determination solidifying.
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