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With her heart pounding in her chest, Eliza focused on the symbols in the book, trying to decipher their meaning.
The shadows swirled around her, their whispers now a constant hum in her ears. She knew she had to act quickly before the dark presence overwhelmed her.As she traced the final symbol, a sudden clarity washed over
her. The ritual required a specific sequence of actions to break the sorcerer's
curse and free the trapped souls. She gathered the materials from the table,
lighting the candles and arranging them in a precise pattern. The air grew
heavy with anticipation, and the shadows seemed to watch her every move.
Eliza took a deep breath and began to chant the incantation,
her voice trembling. The words felt foreign on her tongue, but she pressed on,
driven by a desperate need to help the souls trapped within the manor. The
shadows writhed and twisted, reacting to the power of the ritual.
As she completed the first part of the chant, a cold wind
swept through the room, extinguishing the candles. Panic surged through Eliza,
but she quickly relit them, her determination unwavering. The shadows seemed to
grow agitated, their whispers rising to a fever pitch.
Eliza continued the ritual, her voice growing stronger with
each word. The dark presence in the room intensified, pressing in on her from
all sides. She could feel its malevolent energy, trying to break her
concentration. But Eliza refused to falter.
She reached the final part of the chant, the most crucial
step in the ritual. The book indicated that she needed to offer a personal
sacrifice to break the curse. Eliza hesitated, realizing the enormity of what
was required. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, knowing there was no
turning back.
Eliza took out a small, ornate dagger she had found earlier.
With a steady hand, she made a shallow cut on her palm, letting a few drops of
blood fall onto the table. The shadows recoiled, and the air crackled with
energy. She completed the chant, her voice echoing through the room.
Suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding light. The
shadows screamed in agony, their forms dissolving into the air. Eliza shielded
her eyes, feeling the power of the ritual surge through her. The light grew
brighter, filling every corner of the room.
When the light finally faded, Eliza found herself alone in
the room. The oppressive darkness was gone, and the whispers had fallen silent.
She felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing she had succeeded in breaking
the curse.