Chapter 372 The Price Of Power

• Ariella awoke with a sharp intake of breath. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient magic, the cavernous chamber she had found herself in dimly lit by the eerie glow of runes etched into the stone. Her hands trembled as she examined them—dark veins of shadow pulsed beneath her skin, the remnants of the choice she had made.
• *"The burden is mine now."*
• The whispering shadows coiled around her thoughts, lingering at the edges of her mind like forgotten memories. She could feel them pressing in, waiting, watching.