GABRIELLA'S POV

As Margret chanted the ancient incantations, her voice filled the room, the words carrying a blend of determination and reverence.

My eyes fixated on her, my breath hitching in anticipation. But as moments turned into minutes, a sense of unease began to gnaw at the edges of my mind.

The spell seemed to falter, its effect eluding us. Margret's brow furrowed with frustration, her eyes darting between the fire and the components spread before her.

Determined, she ...