Chapter 30 The Light

• Elara, her face etched with a stoic resolve, gripped Anya's shoulder. "Remember the ritual, child. Focus on the light within you, and don't let the darkness consume you."
• Anya closed her eyes, drawing strength from the warmth of the blade of light in her hand. She was a guardian, a beacon of hope. This was her duty, her sacrifice for a brighter future.
• Taking a deep breath, Anya began to chant the ancient words etched in the forgotten tome. Her voice, at first wavering, grew stronger with each syllable. The cavern walls vibrated with the power of the ritual, pushing back the encroaching shadows.