GABRIELLA'S POV

As her voice reached its zenith, I could almost sense a response in the air— a subtle shift, a flicker of acknowledgment from the unseen forces we had summoned. It was as if the very fabric of existence held its breath, awaiting guidance from the mystical realms.

Margaret's chant then transitioned into a gentle plea, her voice filled with profound yearning. "Ancient ones, hear our plea. Illuminate our way, that we may tread the path with confidence. Grant us the wisdom ...