The c***k in the air widened, its jagged edges tearing through the fabric of space itself. Amara stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as the figure before her—the dark entity she had once believed to be all-powerful—staggered back, its form flickering in the surge of light that now filled the room.
Her mother, standing in the center of the radiant brilliance, was more than just a figure of light. She was a force. An overwhelming presence, her very being radiating energy that made the shadows retreat, pulling back in fear. The darkness seemed to writhe, its form becoming less cohesive, less solid with each passing second. And yet, despite the terror it showed, it remained defiant.
"You," the dark figure spat, its voice now twisted, more a hiss than words. "You were supposed to re
