The ritual chamber erupted in chaos as our magics collided. Silver Moonfire met corrupted starlight in the space between us, creating a crackling barrier of pure energy that made the air itself scream.
Morgana's beautiful facade cracked as she poured more power into her attack. "You think your precious mate bond makes you strong? I've had centuries to perfect my craft!"
She gestured sharply, and the blood-stained altar began to pulse with malevolent light. The symbols carved into the chamber walls flared brighter, and I felt the pull of the ritual circle intensify. But this time, instead of trying to compel me forward, it was trying to drain my power directly.
*She's siphoning your magic,* Dante's voice came through our bond, tight with worry. *I can feel it through our connection.*
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