In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single candle illuminated Zyra's face. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed in concentration. Opposite her, Marcus watched intently, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. The air around them hummed with a faint energy as Zyra began to channel her magic.

Zyra opened her eyes, revealing a deep, intense focus. She reached out to the small table beside her, picking up a pristine piece of parchment. With a wave of her hand, the quill ...