Amara gasped, her lungs struggling for air as the ground beneath her buckled, shaking violently. The figure’s words still echoed in her mind, each syllable weighing heavily on her thoughts. Choose.
She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The world around her seemed to collapse in waves of shifting light and shadow. The earth trembled beneath her feet, the skies above swirling in chaotic patterns. A violent storm brewed in the air, the sound of thunder crackling like an ominous drumbeat.
But it wasn’t just the storm that rattled her. It was the weight of the figure’s command. The weight of the decision that hung in the balance.
Choose.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the pressure in her mind, the urgency pushing her forward—one path leading to power
