Chapter 94 The Price Of Power

The temple, once a place of reverence, now felt like a tomb. The shadows clung to every surface, the whispers of ancient magic reverberating through the stone walls. Isla’s hand still hovered over the artifact, her fingers tingling with the residual power that hummed from it, as if it were alive, waiting for her to make her move. She could feel it pulling at her, as though it were calling to her very soul. The sensation was intoxicating, but she resisted, the flickering light of the Third Flame inside her steadying her resolve. Dominic stood by her side, his presence a grounding force in the midst of the chaos. He was watching her closely, his expression a mixture of worry and determination. She could feel the weight of his gaze, his silent question echoing in the space between them.